You could cut the irony with a knife

So due to an unsettling situation involving my car, that being that the clunking noise coming from my trunk was actually coming from my muffler that was busily and quite happily detaching itself from my car, I find myself at Saturn of Newark today waiting to find out just how screwed I am in terms of all my car repairs. I mean, the muffler, obviously, but also weird sensor issues, messed up cruise control, as well as the usual oil, lube (suggestive tone of voice optional), and tires malarkey.

As entertaining as all that nonsense is, that's not the irony. See, I took the day off work to make sure I would have enough time to take care of my car situation, and I brought my laptop to entertain myself with. However, the only place I've found to plug it in is in a tiny cubicle with a phone. So now I'm sitting in a tiny cubicle in an uncomfortable chair doing exactly what it is I would probably be doing at work right now, that being checking email, web comics, and blogging as you can see. Shortly I'll be working on my campaign. It's a normal work day! In a tiny cube. In an uncomfortable chair. At Saturn.

I'm going to go slice my irony and have a sandvich.