Remember how literally LESS THAN ONE WEEK AGO, I wrote a blog post about the clown fiesta that ensued when I tried to replace my broken passenger-side headlight? Where I tried a series of different configurations with two old bulbs and two new bulbs, and basically every possible con­fig­u­ra­tion wasn’t working, until suddenly something randomly worked out of nowhere?

During that blog post, I pointed out how, every time I drive to California, something goes wrong and my vehicle gets damaged in one way or another. The most recent instances were how my driver-side headlight went out, and after I replaced it, my passenger-side headlight went out during my follow­ing California trip. I concluded the blog post by saying, “hopefully the California gods don’t smite one of my headlights this time around so I won’t have to go through all this all over again.”

Well, my wish came true.

My headlights are fine.

Instead, I got a nail in my tire.

I literally hate California