Tuesday afternoon my coworkers approached me, asking for the pot luck signup sheet. After sifting through the papers on my desk one of them found it. I love how people just plop shit down without telling me. She realized I hadn't signed it yet and said, "You don't cook, right? How about bringing sodas?" I guess my vacant stare was a 'yes' to them and my name was written under 'drinks'. I swear one day I'm going to sign up for the main course and cook it. Then they'll feel my wrath.

Fast forward to yesterday morning. I plopped the bottles on the seat with my purse and drove off. I was chatting with Jake on my cellphone (headset) while driving down the 405-S when my car started beeping. First it was a slow beep, but each one came a little faster. I panicked.

ME: Fuck!
JakeD: What?
ME: Shit!
JakeD: WHAT!?
ME: It's beeping. The car is beeping! Fuck!

I looked on my dashboard... nothing was flashing. I was driving eratically, trying to get to the off-ramp. By that time it was almost a continuous beep. I thought something was going to explode. Then it stopped. I looked over to see the passenger seat button flashing it's No Seatbelt light. Fucking shit. Then I hear muffled laughter. I almost got into a wreck because I didn't 'buckle up' two bottles of soda. Fucking car.

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I swear, that has to be the MOST blonde thing I've ever heard in my life! LMAO

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