LOOOOONG Week Part II (stakes and golf balls)

This week I have been hanging out at Arizona Bike Week 2005. . .trying to sell $10 raffle tickets where the winner will receive a 2005 Harley-Davidson Fat Boy motorcycle in cobalt. Let's face it, I am not a biker chick. But our booth was near "Bad Ass Bikes" and across from "OneBadBitch.Com" where the motto is "quality stiches for quality bitches." In all fairness I was NOT looking forward to having to be out there this week but in the end I had a good time. Just about all the bikers we met were really nice and we made friends with the people around us. I also saw some really raunchy shirts. I think my favorite was "Does this condom make me look fat."But I digress.Bike Week is held in North Scottsdale at a place called Rawhide, which is basically a western town for tourists. The area is not paved. . .just dirt. And since I chose fashion over function I wore flip-flops. Today that decision bit me in the arse because while working the booth I tripped over a stake in the ground and sliced open one of my toes. It bled A LOT and Rawhide security came and helped me clean off the area and gave me band-aids. I am particularly proud of the fact that I did not get any of the blood on my clothes since my $12 pants from Target are really more important than my poor toe. My co-workers thought I needed stitches and a tetanus shot. I will get the shot, but band-aids and neosporin will have to do in lieu of stitches. I went to an urgent care clinic tonight as a precaution and there was a two-hour wait for a doctor whose accent was so thick I could not understand a word he said. And accents don't usually bother me. He thought I needed stitches but I thought waiting that long was pointless. And despite being able to use workman's comp I'd still have to front $200. I'd rather lose a toe.And if this wasn't bad enough, I stopped to pick up dinner and discovered that someone had shoved a GOLF BALL into the grill of my car which chipped off a piece of the grill in the process. WTF?!?!? The toe injury was an accident but this was deliberate. And this is NOT the first time someone has damaged my car and fled the scene without leaving a note (someone took off a side mirror less than a month after I bought the car). What the hell is wrong with people? I am almost positive this happened while I was out at bike week and I am so angry because I will need to get the entire grill replaced. And I thought I was done dealing with the nasty people at the VM dealership.My car is cursed. I really think my Jewish ancestors are pissed that I am driving a German car (a.k.a hitler-mobile) and they are haunting me from the grave.