So I went to go get gas after the debates....it's cold outside, so I threw on a sweater to go with my jeans. Step outside, close the door, take a few steps off my porch, then realize that I don't have my keys. I grumble and go back up to the door.....locked. Mo-ther.....F-----------cker!! The back door is dead-bolted and locked, and all of my windows are closed and locked as well, in part because it's 30 degrees outside. Thankfully, I had my phone with me. I look up a locksmith, and call the only 24 hour place available. Nice guy answers the phone. I explain my situation, and he tells me "it's $250 for the work." So he texts me a couple of numbers to other locksmith to try my hand at a cheaper deal, but none answered. So I send him a text back telling him I can't find anyone, and that I'll just cough it up and pay. He agrees, and I send him my address. He calls me some 7 or so minutes later. "Hey, ummm....my car won't start." But he's got the number to a buddy of his who will do it for the same price. I go through the same process with him, and he tells me "I'll be out there in 45 minutes to an hour." Hour and a half later, by now I'm a frozen ball on my porch, a nice Mercedes cargo van shows up (gee....wonder where that money goes into....), and three of the nicest guys in the world get out. I spoke with one about the house while the locksmith did his thing. 5 to 7 minutes worth of work, and $268 later (a $18 fee for Visa transactions), and I'm back in my house. That was the most expensive 6 minutes I've ever spent. I pay my dues, thank them, and they go on their way. So I grab my Jetline lighter and my cigarillos, light one up, then get in the car and race up to Chevron. By this point, I'm cold, tired, and pretty cranky. But hey, at least I get gas. The internet said the Chevron closes at 11 PM. Right? WRONG! Chevron is closed (closed at 10)....,but at least I can pump my own gas. Right? WRONG. I park, get out, open my tank, do the Visa, enter in my phone number for 40-cents off per gallon in Safeway rewards points..... And the pump gives me 3 cents worth of gas. Then stops. No gas. Empty tanks? Unlikely. COVID BS, with shorter hours? Likely. They don't let you pump your own gas after hours because it's Oregon law? Probably. And my 40-cents off a gallon rewards points are now gone. Yelling a nice string of curse words, I replace the nozzle and try another pump. That one won't even give me a drop. I was so ****ing pissed. I haven't been this angry in a loooong time. What a ****ty night. I almost kicked a hole in my wall when I came home. Now my foot hurts too. Sigh. I'm gonna go down there when they open at 7 AM and see what the deal is. I'm also going to the hardware store tomorrow and getting two replacement keys....one for the management office, and one that I'll put in a magnetic keybox on my porch somewhere. That's a lesson I'm only paying for once. Hope your night is going better than mine. F- this night.