Thursday, May 29, 2008

Prelude To A Fucked Up Vacation


I’m supposing that everyone will get bitten by a spider at some point in their lives. I thinking that it must be one of those inevitabilities. Keep in mind that I haven’t actually read any stats on the subject or anything, I am just trying to jinx the world since it happened to me.
So, I get bit by a spider and no superpowers, as if yet. What a rip off. I mean, Peter Parkers happened right away. But not me, oh no; I get bitten by a spider and all I get is fucked by the world. I’m sueing the fuck out of Marvel comics. Now I suppose my Iron Man suit that I’m building in my studio ain’t gonna fly at all.

Let’s see, I go to work Monday night and have an encounter with a bunch of fuck-headed gang bangers, two of which went to jail. One was high and had outstanding warrants, which I normally would not have cared about until he tried to get smart with me. Don’t get smart with me you little bastard! He goes to jail, along with his high ass cousin, and all is happy in the life of One Man. (Don’t get smart with me, you little ass hole. I got a call out here, I didn’t come because I wanted to see what kind of house shoes you dumbass was wearing.)

I get off that morning and my week long vacation official begins. So, sometime around Tuesday night I feel this itching sensation on my forearm. I’m thinking I must have gotten bitten by a mosquito or something, except that it is itching more than a mosquito bite normally itches me. I look at it and it seems to be taken on a spherical shape and I’m thinking, is this ring worm. How the hell did I get a ring worm? And it is seriously itching so I scratch the hell out of it and then put some ointment on it. When I wake up on Wednesday it is looking even worse and that’s when it’s comes to me. I’ve been bitten by a spider. I know this because I have been around at least two people that had been bitten by the little brown recluse spider. Ain’t this a bitch? But I seek medical attention, get medication and spend that day attempting to clean up my little homestead.

Today, Thursday, I look at the Break Up, get dressed in some sweats and a sleeveless t and head out to get some last minute items for my little vacation. The plan is to purchase some shorts, comic books, lunch and then credit union to fill up my pocket cash card and get an addition hundred in cash. Simple, right? Err, wrong. Oh it started off alright. I got the shorts and tanks; I got the comics, even went and bought some Oreo cookies. Then I decide to go to Martinez’ Restaurant and grab some nachos to go. Martinez is right across the street for the Credit Union so it’s all in one quick motion. Except that after I get my food from Martinez I decide to swap out the food for my wallet, which I have placed in the trunk of my car, since I have no pockets in my sweats. Shut the trunk and go to get into front seat. No keys. I done locked my damn keys in the trunk (yeah, “I done”). But, no problem. I have the ’07 Nissan Sentry (paid off, might I add) with the smart lock. It will not allow you to lock your keys inside you vehicle. That is what they tell me when I purchase the damn thing.

Well, I’ll be damned if it want. The trunk doesn’t open. Hey, maybe I actually dropped the keys in the restaurant and that is why the trunk isn’t opening. The keys are not in the trunk, they are in the restaurant . Like shit they ain’t. So now am pissed, because not only are the keys in the trunk but the cell phone is sitting in the front seat, smiling at me. I just hear it saying, “I bet your ass want saying nothing else negative about cell phone on your blog, fucker.”
Whatever, at least I have my wallet. I cross over to the Credit Union and there is a courtesy phone on the wall as soon as I walk in. Thank you, God. Seriously, with the invent of cell phones it is hard as hell to phone payphones anymore. I asked the lady at the front desk if I can use it. She says yes and I have to call my mom, whose is the only number (besides my own) that I know by heart.

Mom: Hello.

Me: Hi mom.

Mom: Hi, baby. How you doing?

Me: Not good. Mom, do you have Neil’s number?

Mom: I sure do baby. Hold on while I get it for you.

Me: Thank you mom. (Waiting impatiently like the jerk I am when frustrated)

Mom: (a couple of minutes in) Be patient with me, son. I got a lot of stuff here to go through.

Me: I don’t have any choice be to be patient with you, mom. I’m locked out of my car.

Mom: Okay, baby. (My mom is so damn nice. That’s where I get it from. LOL) Okay, I got it baby, let me call him for you.

Me: No, mom. Just give me the number so I can call him myself, please.

Mom: Oh, okay baby. You ready?

She gives me the number. I write it down; with the pen I borrowed from the Credit Union lady. Thank my mom and call Neil. Neil is the only one of the three people who has a copy of my house key, that I think might answer the phone. First try no answer. Second try I get him, but he has a group coming into the hospital so he can’t get to me. However, he has the bright idea to call the dealership and make their happy asses come let me in my car. Can you do that? I didn’t know, but it was worth a shoot since I didn’t want to spend the money on a fucking locksmith.
Call the dealership first time, explain my situation. Get told I am going to be transferred. Wait impatiently while the music plays and literally every fucking minute various recorded voices come on to let me know that my call is very important to them, thanking me for my patience and letting me know one of their friendly customer service representatives would be with me as soon as they damn well please. I must have stood there listening to that bullshit for about five minute before the shit hung up in my face. Oh, hell naw! So luck I am in a public place, because I wanted to go ballistic. I am now madder than a pit-bull with a heroin addiction. I call back, maintain my composure and speak to another representative. He finds the number to Nissan’s Roadside assistance. It took him forever, but he was polite. He lets me know that I will need my VIN number, so I had to go back across the street and write it down. I dial that number and go through that animated process. As I am waiting for them to confirm my information and send me out some help, guess who walks in.

Sgt. Lupe. I had never been so happy to see somebody in my whole life. She stayed with me and we sat in the air conditioning of her Hummer until Roadside assistance showed. I love me some Sgt. Lupe. She’s my angel. She was the only bright spot in a totally suck ass day.
Anyway, so there you have it. One long ass post detailing my rotten day. I am truly hopping that his is not precursor to how my vacation is going to go. I’ll take lots of pictures and put them up for you good people to see. Maybe.

Love Ya. Mean it.

-One Man’s Opinion. Peace.

20 comments:

Stew said...

is that YOUR bite, or a person with a similar bite? if it's yours then it is much better than what i was expecting. i was expecting half of your arm to be black or something. so much for wishful thinking. lol.

that was a sucky day. i will NEVER believe that you can not lock your keys in your car. and if they tell you that it is IMPOSSIBLE then i am sure someone will find a way. as you have.

have fun on your trip.

One Man’s Opinion said...

It's my bite, Stew. I think it looks nasty, but am thankful that it is not worse. I get the antibodies are working.
Oh, and thanks for believing in me. LOL

Thoughts of a Southern gal said...

I locked my keys in my car last Thursday at the barbershop. Keys just sitting in the seat looking at me. Got one of the barbers to use his **ahem** skills to open my door. It took him about 40 minutes to get my door open but I wasn't complaining. My $40 for a locksmith stayed in my pocket.

Have an enjoyable weekend! I know your nephew is going to have a blast.

MP said...

I'm with Stew, I thought the bite was really bad and covered in puss and black! Guess not! I am glad it's not that bad though.

Enjoy your vaca... i'm sure your nephew will!

dejanae said...

a bitbull with a drug habit?
u seen many of those?
sorry bout ur run of bad luck
well@least u had the hummer drivin sg.

VertigoVirgo said...

Well, you have a spider bite...and I have broken out into hives on my arms and legs...hopefully my skin will have calmed down by tomorrow, I'm hostessing my cocktail party. Funny thing...no one else can see the hives but me...or maybe people are just being nice. I think your bite looks bad, but much better than you described it to look.

A little self sabatoge always ensues before a really good time, relax, calm down...and have fun.

Ieisha said...

I think I'm gonna call you Alexander. As in Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day....hope your vacation is better than your day. Hell, at this point, it has to be. What's the worse that can happen now?

Make sure you bring Sgt. Lupe back something from your trip. She deserves it!

RealHustla said...

Eeeeew! Your bite is very gross looking, but it seems like it's under control since it doesn't quite look like those horrible examples in medical books.

Maybe your day will make your vacation that much better. Have fun! Please eat a cotton candy for me.

Ms Sula said...

Funny thing is, like Vertigo Virgo, I broke out in hives a couple of days ago too... Is your bite contagious? Do we have an eSpider doing the rounds? Lol!

Sorry about your bad day... My philosophy when those things happen is that the Universe makes it all happen at once, so you can have a long stretch of great happiness and fun...

Enjoy San Antonio... Home of the now defunct Spurs and my Alma Mater!

cathouse teri said...

Yeah, that is some shitty-assed day. I've had a few of those recently. So fucked up I didn't even know which way my head was spinning, clockwise or counter!

And then I read a story about a man whose teenage son accidentally backed over his five-year-old sister in the driveway of their home and killed her.

And I decided that THEY are the ones with the shitty-assed day.

Fuckin' perspective. Always messes up my messed up days.

*sigh*

cathouse teri said...

Oh man. I found out today that my granddaughter bit another girl at the day care. MY BABY is the biter! Jeez.

It's okay. Her mum handled it very well. And her mum runs the daycare center. Hee hee.

BabyGirlGA said...

hmmm... could be the spider eggs injected by the Momma Monster are throwing off your hormones creating a mental imbalance.... just mucking with you... your bite looks JUST LIKE the one I had on my leg.... as for everyone expecting to see your arm turn black, it ain't over yet sweetpeas.. that lovely ring of spider love will darken to one hella sexy scar when those spider eggs hatch (i.e., the infection heals)... you can expect a battle wound to share with the grandkids one day... unless you chose to decorate it like I did with a tattoo... I have no Spidey Senses other than my uncanny ability to spot ANY spider within six feet of me... I apologize for the hole in the ozone & to any animal rights activists reading this because I usually paint a spider white with bug spray. The scar MAY fade with time, but I didn't have the time to wait... as soon as my doctor cleared me for landing, me and 2 of my best friends took a field trip to the tattoo parlor...we are talking about my sexy calf ya know... have a fabulous time on vacation...

Black Mamba said...

I don't understand...isn't there a trunk latch by your driver seat that would open or unlock your trunk?

I've done that one, actually, and my trunk latch was still locked because I generally lock it when I let others fix my car or whatever...thankfully my seats could fold down, so I got my keys that way and didn't have to beg someone to unlock my car, lol.

Hope you have a great trip!

Mark D. Aster said...

I feel for you bro. I got bit by camel spiders in Iraq, and now I can't wear shorts because of the scars.

On the bright side, after looking at your arm, I guess I can now scratch Texas off of the States left to visit. Y'all desert folk just got too many f---g critters!!! Where the hell is da bus to Nova Scotia?!?

Bedlam said...

Spider Man, I don't think that a brown recluse bite, your skin tissue will decay, some say become gangrenous, if it was and you will have symptoms of ecchymosis around the injection point. (depending on how much venom is released if it was a recluse). Don't misdiagnose the wound (something did bite/sting you). I would lean toward 'cimex lectularious' also known as the bedbug, that what it looks like from the photo.

Also, don't give up on the wall climbing. Where is the black ?

Desy said...

yeh for sgt lupe

and wouldn 't you know... it was a woman that made your day bright... i love how we do that without even trying (sometimes...lol)

the pics aren't necessary (after seeing that google image, i'm straight)...lol

i hope your weekend is going far better dear

Ms Smack said...

"I am now madder than a pit-bull with a heroin addiction" totally made me laugh.

I'm sorry you had such a shit day!!

Thank god for Sgt Lupe, eh?

Be sure to buy her some choc or flowers to say thanks. We dig that stuff.

DreamCop08 said...

HEY MR. I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU CAUSE YOU HAD ME ALL SCARY ABOUT THEM DAMN SPIDERS AND SHYT. SO I WENT ONLINE AND DID SOME RESEARCH, THOSE THINGS START OFF LIKE A RINGWORM AND GET MUCH WORSE. SO PLEASE BE SURE TO TAKE YOUR MEDICATION SIR.

GOT STUNG BY A GOTTDAMN HORSE FLY YESTERDAY AT MY MOMS HOUSE. THOSE DAMN THINGS SCARE THE HELL OUT OF ME. WHY IN THE HELL ARE DAMN BIG, JEZZZZZZZZ.

HAPPY SGT LUPA CAME AND KEPT YOU COMPANY. I USED TO LOCK MY KEYS IN MY OLD CAR ALL THE TIME. MY MOM USED TO GET SO MAD WITH ME.

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND.

UBERMOUTH said...

LMFAO What a great post!
Where are you going on your vacation, Sarge?
Did you know we are all allergic to spiders and that's why we get the reactions?

Just a tidbit for ya.

Happy holidaying.

D-Place said...

Well now you have a reason to really enjoy your vacation!

Ouch on that bite!