The time has come for me to pack what I can and dump what I can’t, and move to NC. I’m hoping to be all set to leave by Friday. I’ll miss Atlanta, I’ll miss the great friends I have here. But I can’t dwell on that; I need to look at this as a fresh start, a fresh start by the beach! 
Back to the packing……….
I’ve got nothing to say! I could gloat about United winning the Prem, but I’m keeping my mouth shut til after Wednesday. I could talk about how interviewing for a job is like a legal form of prostitution, but I’m still interviewing and don’t want to jinx myself! I could talk about how I haven’t left the house since Friday except to go for interviews, and nobody’s bothered to check on me. I could talk about a sick Wonderpooch but I think he’s feeling better so there’s no point really. I could talk about how I really need to get a job and a life, but we all know that already!
Check back later………..
I’ve been out of town visiting the Parental Units & Big Sis in NC. I also had to bail a certain pooch out of doggie jail after he did a runner and got apprehended by the dog catcher. But I’m back now & relishing the thought that if United win on Wednesday, all they’ll need is a draw against Arsenal to retain the title! 
The job hunt continues! The dating of all things weird continues! So pretty much I’ve still got the same gripes & grumbles I’ve always had! Some things never change!
Is being battered & beaten every which way over her answer during the Miss USA pagent last weekend, when she was asked about gay marriage. If the pagent organizers didn’t want such controversy, they should have avoided questions where the answer could result in such a back-lash.
All the poor girl did was give her opinion. Is her answer going to sway judge & jury across the nation? Hardly! If someone was to ask me about gay marriage, I’d say let them get married. They’ll soon be just as miserable as most of my married friends! But that’s just my opinion! I’m entitled to my opinion, just as Miss California is entitled to her opinion. So her answer probably wasn’t what the gay rights advocates wanted to hear but in this instance, like many others, not every was going to be happy with what she had to say. So if you don’t want to know, don’t ask the question!
have travelled across the pond again. I’m hoping to go visit them in NC next weekend but I’m also hoping a job offer will come through. Surely after 6 months of unemployment, they will be happier for me to get a job and be unable to visit with them?!
I’m cautiously optimistic that a phone call from a friend this morning will lead to good things. I submitted my resume to her company a couple of months ago but heard nothing back. Suddenly this morning they had an employee give her notice and were on the phone to me straight away to see if I was still in the market for a new job. I need some good news. I need the ego boost. I need to get out of this fucking house!
So fingers crossed for me Peeps! Fingers, toes, and anything else you can cross on my behalf!
And so many things have happened, and there’s so many more I hope will happen for me.
I’m still looking for a job. Today’s job search, for those of you lucky enough to be gamefully employed, is one of the most disheartening things. Proving to a potential employer that you’re so much better suited to the job being offered than any of the hundreds of others applying for the same job is next to impossible. Once again it’s not what you know, it’s who you know. And I need to get to know more people!
I’ve had to move since my last post. Foreclosure is a fact of life for many of us these days. I went from being overwhelmed with embarrassment to acceptance to relief. I’d like to say it’s one less thing to worry about but I don’t know what’s going to come back and haunt me in the future – apart from shitty credit that is!
On a good note, I’m seeing more job openings being posted. Gone are the days when I’d be lucky to find 10-15 positions; now I’m finding 30+ on any given day. Course I’m still one of hundreds applying, but I live in hope that someone will decide I’m the perfect fit for their company.
All I have these days is hope. Hope and a determination to get myself back on track again!
So may cliches about so many things – love, life, friendship…….one more cliche may make me gag!
“All things happen for a reason” or “ what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger”; what the hell do they mean?
Why does it happen that friends from years past aren’t friends today – it’s happened to us all; is it us? Is it them? Is it just the passage of time presenting different paths to us? In my case, I fear it’s me. No, I know it’s me; I’ve spent so much time hiding who I really am, I’m not sure I know myself who I am.
Putting all your trust in one person is a hard thing to do; having that link destroyed with one single action is very hard to bear. Sure you can pick yourself up & dust yourself off, but what if you feel that life has been shitting on you, and every corner you turn is the same – rejection at every post.
All you can do is love the people who have loved you, appreciate the people who have appreciated you, and walk the dog who knocks you in the river at any given chance!
So for the peope I’ve abandoned along the way, I’m sorry. For the people I’ve loved along the way, I will always love you. For those who have stood by me though thick & thin, I will always be there for you. For the family who have stuck up for me (cos ye have to – ye’re family!! ) I love you, and I”m sorry if I ever let ye down.
I”m not here to apologize for who I am. I’m not here to apologize for who I”m not.
I’m just here…………..
Thinking about my upcoming trip to visit Big Sis. The Parental Units will be there too – it’ll be a great visit!
I was reading a book where a guy was at his father’s funeral and started to think about his childhood – yeah I’m in a morbid mood today! But it got me thinking and it dawned on me that I don’t remember the last time I was at the beach with my parents. So I’m going to ask (aka beg) them that we spend a couple of hours on the beach during our visit – ok so it’ll be the end of November but that’s why God invented coats & sweaters, and it’ll be great as long as it doesn’t rain. And unlike most of my childhood holiday memories, Big Sis will be there too.
Making memories………….isn’t that what life is all about?!!!
Friday night ended with demands for copies of my resume and a promising job lead – possibly by Monday! 
While I’m not in the same state of panic I was in over a year ago, there’s still some stress with bills, mortgages, and all that goes with trying to make a living. I’m trying to stay optimistic and not allow myself to stew in misery and I’m assured my contacts are keeping me in mind.
Sad to say, I’m not alone in all this – I know plenty of friends who have recently been laid off or go to work every day waiting for the axe to fall on their jobs; it’s a tough time for all of us right now and all we can do is keep plodding along and hope for the best.
So keep your fingers crossed for me that I get some good news soon!
The great job hunt is on again! 
The big question that must first be addressed is whether or not I stay in Atlanta. It’s a big decision but it’s one that has to be made soon.
Bleugh!
With the whole blogging deal lately – not that I don’t have stuff to write about, I do but I just haven’t made time for it (well that, and the fact that I don’t want to jinx anything!). So here I am, with plenty to say, but I’m just going to bite my tongue for once and not share the news! 
So we’ll move on – this time of year always prompts the “what the hell am I going to dress up as for Mancy Bitch’s Halloween party?!” syndrome. It’s a terrible affliction – one that I usually ignore for as long as possible, which results in a last minute dash through various stores, seeking divine inspiration……..alas, it never ends well! So again, I ask for ideas & suggestions…….Chris, can you keep your suggestions somewhat PG this time round???
So little time! I could talk about football but I’m letting everyone else enjoy their false sense of security regarding the Prem.
I could talk about rugby but, given recent meetings, it would appear that everyone’s now on my side – first time for everything!
I could talk about lying & cheating, but I think that’s been done already!
I could talk about someone taking their first trip to Ireland and meeting the potential in-laws, and all that entails, but if she reads it here, how can I pick on her in person?! Oh but it’s sooooo easy – so let’s talk about that!!
First off, it’s a long ass flight – no ciggies for how many hours?! Insufferable!!! Glad I’m not flying with her (kidding…..or am I???)!!! I wonder if she’ll have to compete with his mother for her darling’s attention – we all know about Irish Mothers (Sorry Mum!)! Oh the scrutiny, the interrogation…..sometimes being single is simply wonderful!
I’ve been very remiss in the posting department, as Mr. Manchester kindly pointed out to me on Sunday! So here I be, to brighten your day!
Actually now that I’m here, I’ve got feck all to say! Not usually one to be stuck for words, I find myself at a total loss tonight. That can’t be good – that can only mean I’m gonna explode at some point……..hmmmm wonder who I can corner when that happens?!
My boss informed me that the BP close to the office had petrol but I could expect to sit and wait for at least 20 minutes. So off I popped, mentally preparing myself for the possibility of another long wait that could end in the same bitter disappointment.
But it wasn’t to be! The staff there have a fabulous system in place and I was in & out with absolutely no hassle. In fact, I was back at my desk in less than ten minutes!
I’m beyond giddy over finding petrol…….what a sad, sad state of affairs that is!
This morning, while not feeling the best, I called a petrol station close by and was informed they actually had petrol! Hallelujah!! So off I went, and got in line. Patiently sitting and waiting like everyone else……….ok maybe not everyone else but the majority were patiently sitting and waiting.
After an hour of sitting and waiting, I can now see the entrance to the petrol station. It’s like the promised land!! I’m so close I can smell the petrol!! And I inch closer and closer. I can almost touch the pump!
When up pops a little fucking attendant and informs me that they’re now out of petrol! Bastard!
I’m practically driving on empty. If I don’t get petrol today, I’ll have to walk to work tomorrow!
No petrol crisis my arse!
Shall we? As quiet as it was!
United win……….check!
Munster win……..check!
Happy Wonderpooch after taking a dip in the river……..check!
All is right with the world today!
So we move on – what does this week have in store for us? Thursday sees the debate between Palin and Biden. I’m not one for politics – I try to avoid political shows, campaigns, etc. But this debate is one I don’t intend to miss - purely for entertainment purposes! Palin has proven to be completely inept when it comes to interviews – all I’ve gained from previous interviews is that she can see Russia from her house! I expect Biden to run laps around her and this debate to be one of the most entertaining things seen on TV in quite some time! If she doesn’t flake out that is!
And all I have to show for it is a sleepy dog and a pile of folded laundry – such is the high life that I live!
I did venture out bright and early this morning to hike one of the trails by the river. It was a beautiful morning and I was glad I’d remembered to grab my camera on my way out the door. Here are some shots I got:
For those in the know, the rest are posted on my facebook page. Time for some people to catch up with technology maybe?!!!
Over bills & money & mortgages & all that shyte, others are living the jetset lifestyle! I’m not ashamed to admit I’m beyond jealous!
Bastards!
To just packing up and moving back to Ireland, if the economy here continues to plunge into the shitter. With the possibility of increased taxes around the corner, affording a mortgage and food is going to become an even bigger challenge for me. I’ve even thought about quitting smoking but given the fact I’ve not purchased a new pair of shoes or a single purse all year, I think I’m entitled to one vice!
I could just up & move tomorrow – wouldn’t that just thrill the Parental Units?? Mum………I’m home!
Actually I can’t just up and move tomorrow cos I can’t afford the airfare right now! I could sell all my worldly possessions, except I don’t have any! I could pawn Wonderpooch but I’d end up paying someone to take him off my hands! I’d have to fob WHF off on someone too, but there’s always going to be at least one American female who just has to hear his accent and then will adopt him in a heartbeat!
Everyone’s got to have a back-up plan these days and I’m seriously thinking that could be mine! I could just walk away from everything right now, hit the road and never look back - at least for 7 years, by then maybe my credit will be like a blank sheet and I can start again.
It’s good to have options as I just don’t see things improving here any time soon. Right before a presidential election and all; not that it’s going to make a difference!
Poor WHF wasn’t feeling too proud of his team last night; added to the fact that Scouse Bitch and Mr. Manchester were with him when I met up with him just added to my fun. Until Fox Sports decided to replay the United V Chelsea game from October 2000, where United got their arses handed to them – then he kinda got his own back!
But it was back to reality this morning, when I left for work, and the great petrol hunt at 5.20 am. I finally found a station that actually had petrol about 6am and spent the next 45 minutes putting up with abusive drivers honking and screaming at me to pull forward the extra inch I had to spare in front of me……..bastards! Rather than fill up like I should have done, I just put 1/2 a tank in and called it a day.
I’m buying a fucking bicycle!
FINALLY the Football Gods are smiling on me!!
United beat Middlesbrough – a nice 3-1 win at that!!! And West Ham lost to Watford! Hehehehe
I’ve got a funny feeling that someone won’t be answering their phone later! But that’s ok…….the more he avoids the ribbing, the worse it’s going to be!!
No more cryptic posts………..for now!
Hurray for Munster – at least one of my teams knows what they’re supposed to do! United can redeem themselves today against Middlesbrough………fingers crossed! West Ham take on Watford – dare I hope for an upset there to wipe the shit eating grin off WHF’s face?! Yes I do!!! And I’ll laugh, oh how I’ll laugh………a great big belly laugh in his general direction!
They have their thoughts and feelings on a certain situation. How do you handle someone who’s assuming a situation is headed one way and they voice their feelings, only to inform them that the “situation” isn’t what they assumed and they have now put their foot in it?!
The football. I won’t say that 1974 keeps popping into my head.
I won’t mention the golf.
I’m cautious about checking the rugby score.
It’s not been a good weekend sporting wise – though I can’t say that with 100% certainty as I haven’t heard about the rugby.
Bleugh!
You have to decide whether to hang in there or cut your losses and walk away. Time to look at the big picture and see if a short-term solution is the way to a less stressful future. While your decision might raise a few eyebrows and shock some people, only you can decide what’s best for you.
Still sulking!
Haven’t even seen the highlights of today’s game yet but have been bombarded with texts full of sniggers……..thanks WHF!
If it continues like this, I’ll have a permanent scowl on my face!
But that’s to be expected – what with me being female and all that! And there’s a high probability I’ll be sulking next week after the Chelsea game too! Especially if the husbands insist on playing the way they did on Saturday! At least I’ve got the rugby to fall back on & cheer me up!
Having gotten all I had to say off my chest yesterday, it’s back to the mindless banter you’ve all come to know, love, and appreciate!
This has, quite possibly, been the longest week ever! But the weekend is looming – chock full of football to keep moi happy! United v Liverpool kicks off at 7.45am on Saturday; I expect I’ll watch that online from the comfort of my bed. West Ham v West Brom is at 10am, and WHF has informed me that as it’s actually on a TV channel available at the Watering Hole, that’s where we’ll be! When he registered my reluctance to attend, he reminded me of the times he’s sucked it up and joined me to watch one of my games, and then he bribed me with an Irish breakfast – does he know me or what?!
They can dance on the edge of accurate, there’s usually some semblance of truth that is the basis for the rumor – part of the “story” might be fact based with extra tidbits thrown in for dramatic purposes. And in other cases, there is absolutely no truth to the rumor whatsoever. Rumors can be funny, entertaining, or just downright hurtful.
So why start a rumor? Maybe you’re picking on someone and you tell other friends the scoop to keep the joke going? Maybe you’re jealous of the person you’re spreading the rumor about? Maybe you’ve got fuck all else going on in your life and we all know misery loves company?
Whatever the reason, there comes a point where it just isn’t funny anymore. Eventually it all comes out in the wash, parties will meet and truths will be revealed. And those who’s life you were trying to disrupt or upset will not be very happy with you. And that will be perfectly clear to all around you.
And when that happens, you’ll only have yourself to blame!
Happiness is having someone overhear your random conversation and surprising you with something you casually mentioned was the bestest thing ever! Which makes them the bestest thing ever (or guilty of something but I’m sticking to the bestest thing ever!)!!
And I’m not sharing!
I’m able to go home to take Wonderpooch for a walk, and not even realize that WHF is in the house!
He didn’t find it as funny as I did!
Poor ol’ WHF – his team got off to a fairly decent (ahem!) start this season! Sitting pretty up in the top 5 on the league. He was still on a high over their 4-1 win this weekend. He was sure that this was possibly going to be one of their best seasons in years! He even went so far as to accept my wager for the United v West Ham game - such was his cockiness!
So being the caring person that I am, I couldn’t wait to tell him that their manager had unexpectedly quit! I firmly believe that text prompted the fastest response from him in all the time I’ve known him! He had me on the phone in a heartbeat! I tried to contain my laughter, though he must have sensed it as I was told to wipe the bloody smile from my face!
Last night I was regaled with tales of all the games he attended at Upton Park and tales of ‘Arry Redknapp and the wonders he did for the Hammers. Now WHF has a new hope to cling to for the coming days – that ‘Arry will return to West Ham and set them on the path to glory.
But now we hear Kevin Keegan’s out of a job…….hmmmmm!
Let’s set this record straight, once and for all! I love kids (well most kids), I love my niece & nephews, I love my friends’ kids. However, I will not be “popping one out” any time soon, or ever for that matter!
People tell me I’ll change my mind – hasn’t happened so far. People tell me I’d make a great mother – you can tell that by looking at me??? People tell me I’m selfish for not having one – selfish would be having a baby and dumping it on someone else to raise! People tell me I should consider the feelings of whomever I’m dating – IF things were to work out with WHF, he already has kids and has no desire to add to his brood. And I’ve made no secret of my wish to not reproduce to every other guy I’ve dated.
And some of those comments were made in front of others who are struggling with fertility issues right now. In fact, how do you know I’m able to have kids?
I think, at this point, people should fuck off and mind their own business!
Spent by the river with Wonderpooch – which is still a bit high after recent rains but, given our drought situation, nobody’s complaining!!
Last night ended up being a very quiet night, as I fell asleep on the couch waiting on WHF to get back from work. So here we are, day 2 of a 3 day weekend and I’ve got nothing to show for it except a pile of clean clothes and a soggy dog! Oh well, let’s see what the rest of the weekend has in store for us!!
Then again, I didn’t ask not to be Irish!
Apparently it’s still an issue for some people………..who knew?!
But I’ve never been more proud to be Irish than I am right now!
It amazes me to see the searches that some people do and manage to end up on this blog. Over the weekend, someone did a search on “perpetual masturbation” and found their way here – I don’t know that I’ve ever done a post on masturbation so I’m kind of curious as to which post exactly they were led to.
Today’s searches include the following:
I wonder if I managed to answer any of their questions………whatever they may have been!
I really hate to disappoint anyone who’s complimented me on my “brogue”, but tonight I was informed I sound Canadian. Nothing against Canadians – I’m sure they’re a lovely bunch of people, but having already been accused of being British, South African, and Australian, I’ve simply had enough! WHF never gets his accent confused, so why do I????
No matter, as I sit here tonight with the doors and windows open, listening to the rain! Not sure why, but there’s nothing quite as comforting as the sound of rain. For the first time in 5 nights, I see a night of peaceful sleep on the cards for me!
Not even 9.30 and I’m in my pj’s, curled up on the couch………..once again watching the Muppet Show! I did venture out to meet Atlanta G and watch Munster v USA – if you have to ask what the score was, you’re not a true Munster fan!
It’s such a fabulous night – I’ve turned the A/C off and opened all the windows, and I’m sitting here enjoying the cool breeze that is so unusual for Atlanta in August! Wonderpooch is either enjoying a miraculous recovery or the fucker was faking all along - I’m going with the former, if only just to console myself after looking at the damn vet bill again! Either way, he’s now bouncing off the walls and enjoying the meagre diet the vet recommended for him………..though enjoying might be a slight exaggeration! I bet WHF is glad to be out of town after hearing about Wonderpooch and his “explosions”………guess I’ll be carpet cleaning alone tomorrow.
Where ever you might be on this glorious night, have fun!
After a long night at the vet with a very sick (and fucking expensive!!) Wonderpooch, I’m laying on the couch, watching the Muppet Show (Season 2!!), when I get a text message from yet another Liverpool fan, degrading Man United. Keep in mind that United aren’t even playing today!
Now I’m not sure about the rest of ye, but when my team are playing I tend to not spare a thought for anything or anyone else. So does his text mean that he’s more concerned with United than Liverpool?? Course it’s been a while since Liverpool have managed to beat United, and I won’t bother to mention that Liverpool have yet to win the Premiership as we now know it – oh I’m sure I’ll hear about all their European titles but we’re watching the Prem today so that’s all I’m referring to! When the Champion’s League starts again, ye can toss that in my face. And I’ll remind ye who the current Champions are!
Absolutely no plans so far; no football to watch – well there is football on but United don’t play until Monday so I’m not too worried about catching the games, although I’m sure WHF will have something to say about that as his team play on Sunday morning.
I’m sure that whatever we do over the weekend will involve a visit to the Watering Hole – WHF can’t disappoint his little cult following after all!
I’d like to get out and do something different though, but knowing us we’ll procrastinate and before we know it, the weekend will be over. Any suggestions for us??
Being the only Man United fan at the table last night, I was completely ambushed by WHF, Atlanta Gail, and Mr. & Mrs Brummie; I just let them have their say.
Jealously is such a terrible thing!
Having your boyfriend surprise you with breakfast, lunch, and a clean kitchen!
Feeling a tad spoilt today!
I was sitting there, just minding my own business, when he snipped off a lock of my hair that was two inches long! I’m sure you can just imagine the trauma of it – I’ll never let him loose with a 1000 tools in 1 gadget again!
Ok so maybe I was threatening to stab him in the eye with a pen at the time for bashing Man United but that hardly justifies his actions!
There’s no secret to the fact that I’ve dated some assholes in my time. I’ve not always put myself in the best of situations, I’ve dated guys who liked to lay down the law and make sure I got the message. But that was then and I have learned from past mistakes – WHF has made himself a firm favorite among friends, and while we’ve had some ups and downs along the way, things have definitely improved with us.
He does have one issue with me that bugs the fuck out of him. I’m a flincher! It’s not just with him, if I’m not expecting anyone to touch me I’ll flinch. He’s taking it a bit personally though, and all the reassurance in the world from me won’t change his mind on this. And I’m now tensing up to avoid flinching, which doesn’t help matters at all!
So he’s gone from calling me the cutsie (often gag-inducing) pet names to flinchy! So what do I do?! It’s not as if I’m worried the man is going to hurt me in any way, so why the flinching?! Judging by the way he’s reacting towards it, this could become a huge issue with us, and that just won’t be good!
And that would be photogenic! I’m probably the most unphotogenic person alive. I detest having my picture taken and would much rather prefer to be behind the camera, happily snapping away. Some people I know never have a bad picture taken of them; it’s probably something in their genetic make-up that enables them to be picture perfect every damn time!
WHF is rapidly discovering my knack for taking the worst pictures of him, and is complaining about how quickly I can post those pictures on FaceBook! Ahhhh, the joys of modern technology! I’ve caved a bit and deleted some of the less flattering ones (not that he’s even noticed!), but I have carefully stored them on my pc should I need to use them again in the future!
I seem to do better with photographing scenery than people – case in point, this picture I took in San Francisco. This is one of my favorite pictures, taken from the top of Coit Tower, overlooking the Bay Bridge.
Despite feeling completely shitty and anti-social, I managed to have a great night last night! We were at the Watering Hole for another MM/WHF show. As far as the regulars went, they were definitely few and far between. But with Mr. Manchester & Scouse Bitch to keep me laughing, all was good!!
MM’s girlfriend brought a copy of a photograph of WHF and MM, which was taken in the early 80’s. To say we all had a little giggle over it is an understatement – even though I’d seen it before, I still had tears rolling down my face. WHF, on the other hand, was not impressed!
The rest of the weekend will see us returning to the Watering Hole tonight for more music, with plenty of down time along the way. But even more important – tomorrow is the start of the football season!!!!! I’ll be up bright and early cheering on the husbands!
Last night I met some friends for drinks; while there a couple of friends started speaking Spanish so I asked for a translation. Suddenly a girl, who wasn’t part of our group but was sitting next to us, spun round and uttered “You mean to tell me that even though you’re British, you can’t speak Spanish?!” The guys with me mumbled “Oh good fuck!” to themselves while eyeballing the nearest exit.
I try explaining to her that I’m from Ireland and therefore I’m not British. And I had to ask that even if I was British, what does that have to do with speaking Spanish? She went on to say that the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland are the same thing. To top things off, she’d never heard of Wales or Scotland.
In the end, I just had to walk away from her; there’s only so much a person can endure, and that was more than I could take! On the plus side, next time I can go there with WHF and he can explain all things British to her, while I can sit back and giggle at his frustration!! It’s good to have a plan!
Sometimes the language barrier stumps me more than I care to admit; Mr. Manchester and his beloved spouse, Scouse Bitch, have long been raving about their favorite show. I’ve been listening to them rant & rave about this show for months and up until tonight I thought the show was called Seamus – how surprised was I to discover they were saying Shameless?!
Tonight saw us pop over to theirs to have a shameless night; not quite the shameless night I’d expected – in fact it was quite civilized, but I live in hope for future gatherings! 
I have to say though that Shameless is the funniest show I’ve seen in a long time! Typical English humor, where anything goes – in fact, there were no holds barred! Quite the refreshing change!
So if you haven’t seen it, you need to check it out!
This morning I’m happily driving along, listening to the radio and silently cursing the minivan in front of me for not even attempting to do the speed limit. Suddenly I catch a glimpse of blue lights in my rear view mirror! I check my speedometer – definitely not speeding. But he’s definitely behind me and so I move over to give him the opportunity to get ahead of me. But he doesn’t get ahead of me. Oh no, instead he moves over behind me and I now know for sure I’m definitely getting pulled over.
So I stop and start to reach for my bag to grab my license. Suddenly a voice comes booming over the loudspeaker “Driver, exit the vehicle!”. So, starting to shake, I get out of my car. And I look in his direction and see him standing behind his door, with his gun pointed right at me!! And now I’m really shaking! And feeling nauseous!
After checking my car and running the tag number, he concludes that while they’re looking for a white Toyota with a female driver, they’re not looking for my white Toyota or for me. Sweet relief!
In his defense, the cop was very apologetic. And I know he was only doing his job. And if his job is to scare the shit out of me, then give him a huge fucking bonus!
I was telling Eliza about all this, and mentioned that I couldn’t remember which police department he was working for. She said I should have asked for his photograph to post here. I imagine the conversation would have gone something like this; “Sir, I know you just pointed your gun at me, and I’ve amazed myself with my bowel control, so do you think you could pose for me so I can publically announce to my vast readership the trauma that was our meeting today?”
Yeah, that’d make a great impression on him!
