I had to wait a while to post this one, but in late June the auto parts store that is within walking distance from me ran out of the oil brand I like. I had already drained the Jag-you-are and was going to buy oil to refill it but then these assholes didn't have it in stock. "We'll have it tomorrow," they said. Yeah, that did me a lot of good, dumb cunt.
I was in Chicago staying near Wrigley Field and I went to the Addison El-Train station exactly at the same time the Cubs game ended. I had to push my way through drunk people to get through the fare gates. I was freaking out because I thought I was going to be late to work. Turns out I wasn't late to work so it wasn't really a big deal.