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I would know; I worked plenty hard yesterday! Not only took off early from work, signed out a type of zipcar I'd never driven before (Prius hybrid, umm in retrospect not the smartest move) and drove all over the damn place, all routes I hadn't driven before, but picked up my guy Mark, drove up to Hampton Beach through Friday afternoon rush hour traffic, had supper, saw the legendary shriekin' Deep Purple frontman Ian Gillan and his equally amazing solo tour band, received my heavy rock concert-going initiation of sorts by getting wacked in the head (lightly) by the local flailing drunk, waited with a handful of other concert-goers for about an hour afterwards for the prized Ian Gillan autograph/picture combo (which I snapped for Mark), then was, within the space of about five minutes, pulled over (!!first time evar!!) to have my license and the zipcar registration checked not once but twice by NH staties (first one, went through a stop sign as I struggled to turn on the headlights, 2nd was just driving a bit weirdly, inconsistent speed, anxious I was going to take a wrong turn). But in the end: no tickets. 
Then I drove back to the Boston metro area, dropped Mark off at his place, tried to extend my zipcar reservation an extra hour because I was running a little late getting it back to its spot, was told I couldn't for some weird credit card reason (on the card I'd used just a few hours earlier to pay in the restaurant), tried another card, was told that also wouldn't let the charge go through. No, no one else needed the car until 9 am the next day; the extension just wouldn't go through, but that their computer system tended to 'not have problems'. Uh-Huh. Sure. Was told I could probably get the late charge ($25) I was going to now accrue as I finished driving back to return the car removed later (all via my own effort). So, I grumpily returned to the city, drove down the curving descent to the parking garage where this zipar lived, only to find....
...the gate was down.
But not totally on one side. I finally ended up slithering on mah belly like a snake under it, pressed the door controls, which would only open on the departure side, had to go out, reverse back up the curving (divided) descent, then go down the other side to get in, whereapon the gate automatically lowered behind me.
I parked, made sure I turned off the car properly, that I had all my cr@p I'd brought with me, then tottered out of the Prius, my back and right driving leg stiff and sore from all the day's tension. I was done. I was toast.
Then I caught a cab and got the hell home, where I flopped on my bed, patted my cat, and thus began the rest of my weekend (Recovery).
So, yeah; was fun.
Then I drove back to the Boston metro area, dropped Mark off at his place, tried to extend my zipcar reservation an extra hour because I was running a little late getting it back to its spot, was told I couldn't for some weird credit card reason (on the card I'd used just a few hours earlier to pay in the restaurant), tried another card, was told that also wouldn't let the charge go through. No, no one else needed the car until 9 am the next day; the extension just wouldn't go through, but that their computer system tended to 'not have problems'. Uh-Huh. Sure. Was told I could probably get the late charge ($25) I was going to now accrue as I finished driving back to return the car removed later (all via my own effort). So, I grumpily returned to the city, drove down the curving descent to the parking garage where this zipar lived, only to find.......the gate was down.
But not totally on one side. I finally ended up slithering on mah belly like a snake under it, pressed the door controls, which would only open on the departure side, had to go out, reverse back up the curving (divided) descent, then go down the other side to get in, whereapon the gate automatically lowered behind me.
I parked, made sure I turned off the car properly, that I had all my cr@p I'd brought with me, then tottered out of the Prius, my back and right driving leg stiff and sore from all the day's tension. I was done. I was toast.
Then I caught a cab and got the hell home, where I flopped on my bed, patted my cat, and thus began the rest of my weekend (Recovery).
So, yeah; was fun.
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