bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 2 confrontations so today when i pulled into work (this is kinda gross but i thought it was really funny) there was a tan-ish saturn station wagon-y car like my boss has, but this one was emblazened with the requisite flags and stuff and had a MD. license plate and it's parked on the patch of weeds that backs up to the sign that says no dumping//non basura. so i pull up closer because i think *maybe* it's one of those friggin prostitues and i'm gonna give them a piece of my mind because i have been really confrontational lately (more about that in a moment) and all of a sudden this woman runs out of the woods yanking up her knickers.... i could make a dumping joke here, but i'm not gonna. unless maybe i just did. titter amongst yourselves. ok, so remember how i was complaining about the 888 cb-r guy who was bleeding all over our phone lines? i found the mother fucker! i was walking into the office and i thought, i swear i can hear triple-8 (his handle) outside and i looked up and across the train tracks, there's this 2-story parking structure for this hardware wholesale warehouse called "castle" so i hop in my car (because you can't get over the tracks and to castle, there's fences and wire and shit) so i drive over there and speed to the top of the parking thing and block him in and hop outta my car and say "are you triple 8?" and he's all proud and "awwww....heh.....yeah..." like i'm gonna ask for a fucking autograph..... so i say "yeah, ok, great, you see that white building right there?" and i gesture to our warehouse and he says "uh huh" and i say "yeah, i work there and you're bleeding the fuck all over our phone lines, could you please take it down a notch" (this man was CB-ing from some big friggity SUV and had TWO antenaes on top of his car that were *both* taller than i am. so far, so good. no triple 8. and we can call people in peace. also, i would like to say that i got my first piece of mail in almost 2 weeks and it was a damn offer for a credit card. dear mail sanitizing people in ohio- keep all that crap, i just want my fun mail. xoxo beth b. pps: lesson learned from the weekend: boys with a girlfriend *and* an ex-wife *and* a daughter shouldn't hit on nice little drunken girls dressed as princess leia. and that's all i'm gonna say about that. - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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