i'm feeling a little german

so, as i was standing outside in the rain waiting for a shuttle for thirty minutes (don't worry, this isn't going to be another one of those I HATE THE SHUTTLE SO MUCH blogs. even though it's true, i do.) this morning, i saw something you don't see every day: a certain person who doesn't talk to me any more's car went by me. but this certain person wasn't behind the wheel. oh, no. this certain person's luxury car was on a tow truck.

i was anticipating that glorious little feeling, that gleeful, hateful, smirk. call it schadenfreude. if you can't call it that, or you don't feel particularly german, call it secretly taking pleasure in another's misfortune.

the thing is, i just didn't care. it sucks to have your car towed, it sucks trying to get it out of hock (you have to either carry around two hundred dollars cash or let them charge you a like 50 dollar credit card fee), and it's really gonna suck walking to the impound lot in the rain.

ok, so maybe there's just a little schadenfreude. nicht zu viel, zwar.