My condo is like a miniature version of a house. Everything is *just* the wrong size. Measured the size of my closet because the stupid ass wooden dowel snapped awhile back and I was finally getting around to replacing. My genius ass was like, "METAL!! FUCK YEAH!!!" So i get to HD and see the poles (after asking 3 retards where they could be and putting roughly 4.8 miles on my flip flops over it) and there's 6 ft, 8 ft, 72", 96", blah, blah, blah. I look at my notes: 82". Wait. The hamster farts, rolls out of bed, scratches his balls and starts on the treadmill...
82?
82/12...
wait- it's 12, 24, 48, 84, 164
no, no, wait... 48, 60, 72, 84, 96, 108...
where the fuck is 82?
82/12...fuck this <pulls out calculator on phone>
I FUCKING KNEW IT!! 6 point something!!
Shit. I probably measured wrong. Or wrote it down wrong. I'm just fucking wrong! But maybe it definitely had a 2? I'm just gonna get the 8 foot and hope it fits. Or I have to return it. I'm just not getting home, remeasuring and finding out it was one of those sizes and i have to go back out in the wild to get something I already had my hands on.
Get home. Measure. Fuck. I was right. 82 goddamn fucking inches. Pull out the calculator again to make sure it was all fuckery and yep - complete fuckery.