It was a bit of a tragic day... I got a flat tire (or as my father so frankly put it to the mechanic: "She didn't get a flat, she destroyed it") on my way to take my exam. Luckily, because I was sick, I got an extension on the original day to take the test and it was just waiting for me in the testing center with no really start time assigned to it. 

Waitressing yielded $80, making it a decent night. My boss's dad and his 2 best friends are regulars in my section on Friday night and tonight one of the guys mentioned he'd found "a good Irish boy for you: 24, a state trooper, he's going to come meet you". I said, "You don't have to fix me up, you know". To which he replied, "Well you're not doing so hot on your own". Whaaaaat. But it's true... oi.