Similar to fail, but at an even larger, more pitiful scale. Sometimes so pitiful or pathetic, some will either sympathize that person or will not say anything, due to the fail being so large that words cannot describe it.
Say hello to my tin can. Yesterday I turned it on and it was making this weird clunking noise. My co-workers immediately got involved.
Jason rolled up his sleeves and moved the car forward and back with the hood up.
Patrick stood back and observed. Not before throwing in his two cents however.
"I know what's wrong with it. It's a Buick."
Don't worry, I whacked him one.
Well I made it home fine, and the noise stopped. Fast forward to me on my way to work this morning. It was stuttering at stop lights, and I am praying to the Buick God to please-PLEASE let me make it through this intersection... Lady luck is on my side, and I made it to work without a problem.
Then I get in it twenty minutes ago, and it is making that noise again...and stops. I sit in silence for a moment, and determine the car is still running... (I thought it had stopped, but no, the noise just stopped). So I shift into reverse. And the car rolls forward. I step on the gas (still in reverse) and the car revs up...and moves forward.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKYYYYYYYYYYYYY cheesey poof.
There was a phone call involved then. To my dad, the most brilliant mechanic on the planet.
I describe the whole problem, and I just KNEW his genius would work for me. It is quiet for a minute, and then...
"Hmmm. That's not good."
I can always count on him.
So I am moving into the bank. If you need me, you can find me here, huddled in the bathroom, feeling sorry for myself and this day full of epic fail.
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