I'm Angry. Grrr

Why is it that I get all excited about my new project only to have multiple things happen to me on my lunch break to send me into a homicidal rage?
Beantown asked me to go and pick something up for him while I picked Daddy up from work. Sure, no biggie. I get to Daddy's job only to get A LOOK from him and a "That tire's low again." Again=it was low a few weeks ago and we speculated that we may have a slow leak but forgot to do anything about it. "Let's go to the gas station to put some air in."
Okay, better to be late to work than to get in an accident. Let's go.
We get to the first gas station. Yes, I said first, as in we had to go to more than one. They had a HUGE sign advertising their air pump, and yet there was no air pump. There was a vaccuum, a shampoo station, an air freshener station, no air pump. Hmmm. On to the gas station across the street. Hey, look an air pump, let me just get some change out of my ashtray...wait. Where is all my silver change? Why are there only pennies in here?
"You don't happen to have change on you, do you?"
Daddy gives me a stupid look, "You are the Holder of the Money."
That doesn't mean you can't have a few quarters on you, stoooooooopid.
I grab our ATM card. Maybe they have a debit machine inside I can get a few bucks...
No debit machine, but a nice shiny ATM machine that charges you an arm for withdrawing money from it. I hand my arm over and take my twenty to the counter, asking the guy if I could have a dollar in quarters. "I can't open the draw unless you buy something." Bullshit. "Look, all I need is SEVENTY FIVE CENTS to put air in my tire so I can get back to work and get on with my day."
Blank look.
I think I heard crickets.
Huge sigh.
I grab an ice tea out of their fridge and he takes forever to count out my $18.94 change, and I finally give Daddy the stupid quarters so he can fill my tire.
Now my question is: Why are we being charged so much money for AIR??? Don't we breathe air for free? Belive me if I could blow the fucking air into the tire I would, but I really have to PAY FOR AIR.

Wait it gets better: I get back into the office just to hear Stoopid telling my bossman that I seem to have made a mistake on the September calendar. She doesn't know I can hear her, she doesn't know she's getting another entry on my blog. She tells my boss "I think she made a mistake, she put The Shitter on here twice in a row."
"What do you mean?"
"See? Look-" she hands him the calendar-"his name is on twice in a row every week."
"Stoopid- The Shitter and My Prince (I haven't talked about him, I like him, he is my prince) have the same first name. Do you notice she put their last initial after their names? It's so people know which their first name here is on the calendar that day."
Oy, what an idiot.
Did she really think that by pointing out my 'mistake' to my boss she would get me in trouble? Does she really keep forgettng that I've been here a year (yeah, I know, not much) and she's been here like a month? Guess who knows what's up? I hate that she was trying to make me look stupid to him. If she thought I had made a mistake, she could have addressed me about it not go snitching to my boss. (By the way have I mentioned I love my boss? because I do, he knows I'm not stupid!)
I'm done.
Hopefully that's it for today.