Sunday, Aug. 28, 2005 - 02:04 p.m.
Once again I have managed to embarrass myself beyond belief. While doing that I hurt myself too. YAY me.
I'll start from the beginning.
Friday was my day off. I was having a nice day relaxing because I haven't really been able to enjoy my apartment. So I am sitting watching TV and doing a crossword. (yes I am a geek. ANY PROBLEMS WITH THAT?) Then I get a phonecall from Jesi's school telling me Jesi was late and didn't meet up with the 2 little girls she walks home with and she doesn't know her way home. (Yes I know. I don't understand it either.)
I don't have a car here in Az. I don't really need one. I work across the street from where I live and there is a grocery store next to that. Also there is a Subway, Wendy's, Burger King, and Eggies all with in walking distance from home. If I need to go further I call my sister-in-law and she comes to pick me up and we do stuff. So I am pretty settled.
Jesi goes to a "walking" school. This means they are too fucking stupid to have buses. Whoever heard of a public school with no fuckin bus. This pisses me off no end, but I go with it.
So I go to the bus stop and catch the #11 to the next block down. It isn't a long drive, but give me a fucking break, it is 100 degrees and I am around 30 weeks pregnant. But I get to the next stop and the schedule says there isn't another bus due for 30 minutes. So I start walking.No big deal, right???? WRONG. I take 3-4 steps and I fall on an uneven sidewalk. I sprain my left ankle and cut my right knee. Right in front of God and everyone. I don't know if I am pissed off no one stopped top help or relieved. So I get up and hobble across the street to the strip mall that is there and walk into the first store I can to call a taxi to pick me up. I walk into a professional hair care products place. Now you have to understand here that I am visibly pregnant. I can no longer hide this. This is a very large baby. I am also limping and sweating and crying from pain. The BITCH behind the counter looks at me. She waves at me as she finishes talking to her boyfriend on the phone. I waited and then she gets off the phone and looks at me in a "What the heck are you bothering me for type way".
I ask in my best "If you wanna be a bitch I can out bitch you" way "Would it be too much of a bother if I use your phone to call a taxi, because I just sprained my ankle and I can't walk very well on it."
"I'm sorry but I can't let you use my phone. It is for buisness purposes only" She said feigning sympathy
"But I hurt myself and I need a cab. It is a bit of an emergency." with tears in my eyes
"Sorry, but no. I can lend you my phone book"
"What good is a phone book with no phone?" I asked
"Sorry" fake ass smile
Smiling as falsly as she did I replied "Do me a favor and take your phone book and stick it straight up your ass"
I limp out and walk to the Credit Union next door where they not only called me a cab, but they got me a water and propped my foot up.
The cab picked me up and I was at the school 20 minutes later.
I was NOT a happy camper. Today my ankle is swollen with ruptured blood vessels and discoloration. In other words a bruise. Poor me.
You may wanna pray for that stupid whore that works for the hair place though. I am calling the main office and and REALLY going off. That shit faced bitch will be looking for a new job by Monday afternoon.
Moral of the tale? Never EVER even on your best day fuck with a pregnant woman with a sprained ankle and think you will live to tell.
Oh and I am really really clumsy.
toodle-oo till next time
