Damn It, I Hate When That Happens!

Your battery gauge when you have old batteries, and you get the idea to go to the top of a parking garage to do a blog, but the elevator's broke, so you walk up 5 floors to get the shot. Then, you time the bus wrong, so you have to walk home, but said batteries decide to crap out on you, so you have to call your psychic wife to ask her to pick you up at Delano/Midkiff.

Be good to each other.

-J-