| October 15, 2005 - You think you're purdy |
| Dear Friends, a few weeks ago one of my colleagues, I'll call her Velma, told me she was waiting for a bus when a transvestite/transsexual (she wasn't sure which) came up to her and said, "I bet you think you're purdy, don't you? Bee-yatch!" I laughed my ass off! For once it was someone else attracting a freak! Now every morning I go to her office and say, "I bet you think you're purdy." Lately my freak-o-meter hasn't been that active, thank goodness, but I did have a scary encounter about three weeks ago. I was on the subway and this guy got on, walked over to me, and snarled, "Do you have a problem?" I was startled and actually quite a bit afraid. I said, "No, I don't." And he glared at me and said, "What was that?" And I answered, "I said I don't have a problem." Dear Friends, his eyes were crazy looking. He had actually been on the train earlier and I thought he was a bit odd because he got out of the car I was in, moved to another one further back, and then came back to mine. He was fairly well dressed, so I didn't realize he was a nut until I saw the look in his eyes. Honestly, I wondered if he was on some kind of drug. Anyhoo, my mild answer mollified him, I guess, and I made it home safely but shaken. This past weekend my sister and I helped our mother move. The move went fine except for the fact that my car broke down. It was full of my mom's stuff and I had to leave it in a McDonald's parking lot for several hours as we unloaded a second car at her new place, came back for the stuff that was in my car, and then unloaded that. The towing company got my car to the dealership just before they closed for the day. That was on Saturday. Can you believe my car was in the shop until Wednesday morning? Luckily, my boss and his boss were really understanding and they told me not to worry about work even though they needed me to give a presentation Wednesday afternoon. They always like for me to give presentations, because I do it really well and, besides, I'm purdy, bee-yatch! So after my car was delivered to the shop, I stopped to put gas in my mom's car. As I pulled out from under the station's canopy, it started raining cats and dogs. I turned on the windshield wipers and suddenly the wiper on the driver's side flew off! Only that bare metal pole was left and it was viciously scraping the windshield. My sister had pulled off in her car, but she came back when I blew the horn. We managed to get the wiper re-attached, but I had to drive with the wipers set on Intermittent down the highway where cars were zipping along like mad. Oy! As usual though, I tried looking at the whole ordeal in a positive manner. What if my car had broken down halfway back home? What if the wiper had flown off while I was barreling down the highway at 60 miles an hour? I'm a regular Pollyanna, aren't I? "Let's play the glad game!" Now I know you guys are all wondering if I'm going to Europe over Thanksgiving. Indeed I am! But instead of going to Germany this year, I'm going to Scotland and Hungary with a friend of mine. While in Edinborough, I'll see my friend Laura, whom I've written about before while the friend I'm travelling with will see friends of his. Then in Budapest, we'll do all these fantastic things that one of my colleagues, who's from there, has recommended. I'm really looking forward to it, since everyone else at work has had a vacation except for me. You'll remember that I didn't get to go to my beloved Sweden this summer. But next summer I intend to go back even if it puts me in debt up to my furry hackles! Well, I must say good-bye for now as I have to get ready for my Pilates class. Talk about agony! I wish I had more to report, but I don't. Life has just been so hummy-drum-drum and boring. Oh, did I mention that I went to see a production of "Hairspray"? It was fantastic! I do so love the Legitimate Theatre! Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |