What the h...
I just want to know I did to piss off the gods.
I have a patient that has very depressed immunity and chronic seizures who lives outside of a small town in a small cluster of trailers. Yesterday morning I went to make a house call and adjust his braces and splints before going into the office. I do this as a courtesy because it can place him at risk when he is moved.
As I am waiting for the door to be answered I hear this tiny, angry, growling behind me. I turn and see what must have been what would result from a chihauha and a pug making a love connection. Oh, and it's wearing a pink and white frilly dress with puff balls and a little sombrero. Then it attacks my tool bag. I'm thinking, what am I going to do? I can't kick this thing it may belong to them. That would look just great to have the mother open the door just as I'm kicking her little dog in a dress and hat. I am able to pull my bag away and shu it away before the door opens. During my visit I am asked to move my car so it won't get hit by somebody that is removing a fallen tree from the property. When I go to get in my car I find a little dog in a frilly dress wearing a sombrero in my car tearing up my sack lunch. The dag in the frilly dress is barking and yapping and growling at me the whole time I am trying to get it out of my car. Finally I open the other door and scare the little dog in the frilly dress and sombrero out but, not before it pees. When I go back inside I ask the mother of my patient about her little dog in the dress and sombrero and she looks at me as though I came from Mars. I then think to myself, great now, this mother that has entrusted me with her childs care believes I am a total nutbag. When I am finished and ready to leave I am greeted by a little dog in a frilly dress and sombrero, who adding insult to injury, pees on my tire and I can then tell it is a little male dog in a pink frilly dress and sombrero.
But, my day gets better. I am driving home about 9:30p taking my usual winding country back road and come up behind a minivan with 'Princess' in large pink curly letters on the back window. Princess is traveling 10 to 15 under the night time limit and riding the brakes every time the road changes camber or goes slightly less than straight. I back off and put up with it for about 10 minutes waiting for the solid yellow to change to a dash so I can pass safely. Just as we get to a passing area I accelerate close up behind and make my pass. Princess accelerates also. I make my pass anyway and accelerate about 10 over the limit to put some distance between me and the princess thinking I will be able to coast threw the upcoming curvy section at the limit and leave princess behind. No, Princess has decided we are qualifying for Watkins Glenn and rides inches off my back with her high beams on. No shoulder, only a drainage ditch, absolutely no safe way to pull over and let Princess take the checkered. I down shift and goose it up to redline and grind the shift up to 5 and goose it back up to redline. HOLLY CRAP Batman! That's about 130mph, in the dark, on a narrow 2 lane, crowned road, with no shoulder about to make a posted 45 mph curve to the right with no banking! I'm going to die right here. I soft breaked down to something around 100 ( I didn't dare take my eyes off the road and look down at the gauges) made the curve and goosed it back up to redline. I peeked in my rear for Princess after each succesful curve and when I felt safe coasted back down and continued at the limit. Until, I had to stop at the railroad crossing for a train. Who appears at my back door with her highbeams blazing? Why, the princess! I didn't dare get out and I kept my eyes glued to the rearview and considered a quick tailspin and exit back up the road if need be. The train passed, I crossed and turned right on the hightway and Princess turned left.
The entire time I was driving home I kept thinking of that little dog in the pink frilly dress and sombrero wondering, what it's name must have been.
Last edited by CarCar; 11-07-2009 at 01:24 PM.
I drive to fast to worry about my cholesterol.
That's some story! Hope next time you go to that house you have something special for the dog.
I had a similarly crappy day yesterday too, so I feel you carcar.
People swerving at me when I pass them, customers in stores standing inches away from me eyeing my money as I refund stores, the white trash "humanity" that is azle,tx being exactly that, cops not wanting to move over so I can continue to go 90mph.....lots of bullshit
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