Monday, June 14, 2004
THROUGH HELL AND HIGH WATER...
Well, to start out, this day does end on a happy note. After three years of gruelling surgery, I finally have my tooth.
But I did have to go through hell and high water to get it. My day began at the laundromat...where I was madly cleaning all of my sheets knowing that there would be a handful of people staying over on Saturday after drinking themselves silly at the Halloween party. It was at the laundromat that a man...well, I would really call him more of a gansta (dressed in a full white Fila running suit)...named Tristan began hitting on me. The pick-up line this time was, "So do you know anyone who does Percoset." I responded with a resounding "no" though I will add that I have been known to take Percoset from time to time...though I think that is for different reasons than this particular gentleman was questioning me about.
After that, I went to the post office and then was headed to the dentist's office in Newton. Not far from my house, a madman (who looked quite inebriated, I might add) driving a large silver jalopy cut me off by trying to make a right turn from the left lane. I veered into the curb going about 25 or 30 mph. Now, usually, when you hit a curb at that speed, the tire explodes immediately (I have witnessed this on more than one occasion). However, my tire thankfully seemed okay and I proceeded to drive the next four miles without incident on my way to Newton. About a mile from Newton Center, the tire finally blows. I then am forced to abandon my vehicle on the side of Beacon Street and then sprint to Newton Center so that I will not miss this appointment (since this is a moment I have been waiting for for the past three years)...
After the appointment, I go back to the car and call AAA who inform me that my membership was cancelled in October, which seems very strange to me, considering the fact I have been using it for the last nine months...consequently, I was forced to renew the membership over the phone...about ten minutes later, a dispatcher calls me back to inform me that the corner I am standing on does not exist...so we hem and haw over that for awhile and I repeatedly inform her that I am standing on this very corner looking at both signs...and I do not believe that I am at the nexus of the universe...she finally says, "Miss, there is no corner Bacon St. and Dalton St. in Newton...
Well, there's your problem...I said BEACON St. and Dalton St. about a million times...finally, they appear to have this all straightened out and are able to call me my tow truck...he arrives, puts the spare on...
But now, I am sitting here at home with the spare still on the car because the service station does not have the tire and there is no one there that I can talk to about ordering one until tomorrow morning at 6am...
As if that were not enough, as I am coming up to my building, Ronnie from upstairs, screeches out the window, "Here comes the witch, here comes the witch..." and then begins laughing maniacally...
After video logging a commentary of this already very eventful day, I am getting reading to meet Chan, Alan, and Beth for some food and spirits...
I have my tooth, a flat tire, I'm hungry, and I need a stiff drink...
More later
Well, to start out, this day does end on a happy note. After three years of gruelling surgery, I finally have my tooth.
But I did have to go through hell and high water to get it. My day began at the laundromat...where I was madly cleaning all of my sheets knowing that there would be a handful of people staying over on Saturday after drinking themselves silly at the Halloween party. It was at the laundromat that a man...well, I would really call him more of a gansta (dressed in a full white Fila running suit)...named Tristan began hitting on me. The pick-up line this time was, "So do you know anyone who does Percoset." I responded with a resounding "no" though I will add that I have been known to take Percoset from time to time...though I think that is for different reasons than this particular gentleman was questioning me about.
After that, I went to the post office and then was headed to the dentist's office in Newton. Not far from my house, a madman (who looked quite inebriated, I might add) driving a large silver jalopy cut me off by trying to make a right turn from the left lane. I veered into the curb going about 25 or 30 mph. Now, usually, when you hit a curb at that speed, the tire explodes immediately (I have witnessed this on more than one occasion). However, my tire thankfully seemed okay and I proceeded to drive the next four miles without incident on my way to Newton. About a mile from Newton Center, the tire finally blows. I then am forced to abandon my vehicle on the side of Beacon Street and then sprint to Newton Center so that I will not miss this appointment (since this is a moment I have been waiting for for the past three years)...
After the appointment, I go back to the car and call AAA who inform me that my membership was cancelled in October, which seems very strange to me, considering the fact I have been using it for the last nine months...consequently, I was forced to renew the membership over the phone...about ten minutes later, a dispatcher calls me back to inform me that the corner I am standing on does not exist...so we hem and haw over that for awhile and I repeatedly inform her that I am standing on this very corner looking at both signs...and I do not believe that I am at the nexus of the universe...she finally says, "Miss, there is no corner Bacon St. and Dalton St. in Newton...
Well, there's your problem...I said BEACON St. and Dalton St. about a million times...finally, they appear to have this all straightened out and are able to call me my tow truck...he arrives, puts the spare on...
But now, I am sitting here at home with the spare still on the car because the service station does not have the tire and there is no one there that I can talk to about ordering one until tomorrow morning at 6am...
As if that were not enough, as I am coming up to my building, Ronnie from upstairs, screeches out the window, "Here comes the witch, here comes the witch..." and then begins laughing maniacally...
After video logging a commentary of this already very eventful day, I am getting reading to meet Chan, Alan, and Beth for some food and spirits...
I have my tooth, a flat tire, I'm hungry, and I need a stiff drink...
More later
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