Murphy's Law of Driving

I was running late for my eye appointment this morning. So naturally, I hit every stoplight between my hall and Wal-Mart. And then I get behind the slowest drivers on the road. Then had trouble finding a parking spot right away. So yeah. I was late. Oh well, at least the optometrist is kinda cute.

And does anyone know of any good cars for sale? I've had to revert to crawling over the center console of mine in order to get out because my door won't open from the inside. Do you know how rediculous that looks?