That blows!
Here is my useless story from today. My daughter needed a ride to Bob Hope Airport at 0500 hours, so she could fly to New York to see the useless, still unemployed "kinda" boyfriend. My wife says, "Since we are headed in that direction, let's go to the Farmer's Market, at Third and Fairfax." So we drop off the daughter and arrive at Farmer's Market at 0620 hours. Yep, me, the wife, two bums digging thru trash cans, and two Hispanic fellows hosing down the very much closed market. Yep, we drove home and went back to bed!