Jacked Jacket

I'm writing from a very angry state. I have a wedding I'm supposed to attend tonight, and night weddings are supposedly a formal event. This isn't that big of a deal, I have a suit...or so I thought. I went by the cleaners to pick up my jacket, and the bastard tells me he doesn't have it. Not only does he not have it, but he gave it to charity. I'm not making this up, the filthy man gave my suit coat to freakin charity. Don't get me wrong. I'm all for giving clothes to charity, and I do give, but this is asinine. There's some homeless man with no shoes on, and a dirty electrical workers union t-shirt on with a very nice suit jacket. The guy at the cleaners should have just given me the finger and sprayed me in the face with mace, I would've left a little bit happier. My ticket was sitting in the slot, with my name and number. Was it too hard to pick up the phone and give me a shout before the Goodwill truck pulled up? All they had to say was," hey asshole, come get your coat before we give it to charity." I would have jumped in my car and booked it over to the cleaners. Now, instead of looking incredibly attractive, I'm going to look like a freshmen at homecoming. Somebody get me a giant mum. Luckily, there's going to be an open bar, so I can drink like Kirsten Cohen. This is unbelievable. Why can't something go right just once? I'm in shock that they would give away my coat like that. I'm not shocked, I'm pissed. I'm not going to let some al-qaeda operative give away my clothes as he sees fit. Okay, that was racial profiling, and completely out of line. I'm sorry, I'm at a level of anger that is entirely undiscovered to mankind. I'll update you later as the day progresses