Today’s Friday the 13th.
Now, I’m not superstitious at all, but this morning, I went to the gas station because my car was almost on E and I felt like I might not even make it to fill it up.
I pull up to the gas station, fill my tank up, and go to turn my car back on.
Nothing.
I was so scared I might not make it to the gas station, but I ended up not being able to leave it.
My goddamn battery died. Right then and there.
Today’s a bad day.
Hey! Friday the 13th killed my car battery, too!
