Here’s another strike story by my new friend,  Zeebah

I’m so freaking spacy and exhausted. It’s about 10 miles round-trip
from my house to work… am I a total lame-ass, out-of shape piece of
crap that I’m so tired? I don’t know, but I can tell you that I was
glued to the couch from the moment I got home to the moment I crawled
into bed at 8:30 pm, a full three hours earlier than
normal.

Well, I was glued to the couch except for the five minutes that I
yelled through the phone at the Fresca Tortilla guy. When I called to
order, I had the sneaking suspicion that something would get screwed up
when I had to repeat and spell my address several times, but they
advertised that they had motorcycle delivery, so I chanced it.
Forty-five minutes later, Lauren calls to ask about our order, and he
tells us he can’t deliver to us….

Read what happened next at Zeebah. And check out her photographs. They are really cool.