Isn't Life Something?

I'm struggling with what to title this post. This was suppose to be a carefree Saturday. I only had one client on the books this morning. She's one I truly look forward to meeting with each week. And the rest of the day I had planned to get my Isis Locs tightened. To me that's relaxing, with a lot of girl talk and catching up kind of stuff. Well, my client leaves and I do a few admin type functions while I decide what I'm going to stop and pick up to eat during my hair appointment. Every thing is going along as scheduled. I lock my office door, feeling carefree and wondering where the time has gone. I have 10 minutes to get to my appointment, which is about 15 minutes away. I pull my phone out to call Isis as I sit down in my car and buckle myself in. I'm pulling off as I get her on the phone, "Isis I'm running a...What's That!? The wheel is shaking! "Oh, no! Isis, I'm on flat!" That's all I could say. I'm sitting in a parking lot with no other cars, on flat. I get off the phone with Isis, agreeing that we will reschedule. I can hear the concern in her voice. I call Chris. Boy was I relieved to hear his voice, and not voicemail! He's on his way. So, guess where I am, now? I'm back upstairs in my office talking to you (venting). Thank you so much for your listening ear. Now, what about you? Do you have anything to get off your chest? I'm all ears. I'm just returning the favor. Isn't life something? I think that's my title.