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I was supposed to go to this Nepalese dinner tonight...didn't make it. On my way driving there, I noticed there was this scraping sound coming from my car. At this point I become a crying mess because I have been planning to go to Chicago since August and my stupid car might prevent me from going. So I take it over to my uncle's to have him look at it. Turns out all it was was a frickin stick that had caught on the bottom of my car. Do you know how fucking stupid I feel?