Saturday, April 3, 2010

As Reba Would Say, "I'm a Survivor"

I noticed that there was a trend emerging on my blog posts. I was talking too much about relationships and, considering how I don't date often or have many relationships, that is a shallow well that will run dry fast. So I am shifting my focus onto something else. I will talk about my daily life and what happens to me. For those in the know, the shift has nothing to do with the guy I mentioned in the last post wanting nothing to do with me. Moving on...

For my third post, I figured I would amaze everyone with my car acumen. I love the fact that the cold weather is almost over and am enjoying the warmer weather. On my way back to work from lunch the other day, I decided to ride with the windows open. It was all about getting the cool air in the car. It was not at all about trying to get rid of the stale air and gross smell coming from a left over burger that I had forgotten to throw out. I have a very busy lifestyle and cannot be expected to remember to throw out every piece of half eaten burger that I may have tried to eat late at night after leaving the club. When I got to work, I decided to leave the windows cracked so the car would not be too hot at the end of the day. That didn't work out as well as I planned for two reasons. The first was that the car was pretty hot anyway so I had to roll the windows up and turn the A/C on. The second was not apparent to me at first as the drive home was uneventful.

An hour after I got home, I get back in the car to go pick up a friend to go have dinner and maybe hit happy hour. I was about two blocks away from my house when out of the corner of my eye I see a wasp on the ceiling of my car. I, of course, reacted as any other normal guy would have reacted; screamed a little, pulled over and jumped out of the car. Now, I do not know much about cars or car emergencies, but I have been reading an article on Saturday's newspaper where people write letters asking questions and two guys, under the names Click and Clack, answer them. They tackled the Toyota accelerator failures earlier in the year and gave some good advice on what to do. They also advised a lady on what to do because she thought a snake had crawled into her engine. So far, they have not given any advice on how to deal with wasps in the car. I may have to write my own letter to them so that they can give advice on this very important subject, but I digress.

There I was, standing by the side of the road with a formidable foe inside the car. I had no idea how to get the wasp out of the car without getting stung. Getting stung was not an option. Still isn't. Never will be. I called my friend that was waiting for me and she offered excellent advice by staying on the phone and laughing at me. I opened all the windows and the doors and started throwing things at my nemesis hoping it would fly off. Eventually it did and I learned my lesson, never leave my car windows cracked open when there is week-old food in my car.

That's the story. Not much, but I still feel like a survivor. I did not even get stung, and definitely did not get stung in an embarrassing place as happened to a friend of mine a while back. Still, that is my life. Not on the edge, but not extremely uneventful. 'Til next time.

5 comments:

Candance said...

I'm not laughing at you-I'm laughing with you.

And, when you mention a friend that got stung in an embarrassing place, you wouldn't be talking about me, would you?

Not Typical, Yet Fun said...

Just a tip of the hat to you for being my only follower. At least I left it vague.

Nicci@NiftyEats said...
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Hilly said...

Carlos, you faced a worthy foe, and I think Reba will be honored to know that you gave her song that much more meaning!

Not Typical, Yet Fun said...

To the author who removed their post: I know who you are and all I have to say is, "You'se a wuss"

To Hilly: Thank you. I knew someone out there would appreciate the ordeal even if many more mocked me. I don't know much about Reba, except what I saw on her tv show and I am smart enough to distinguis reality from fiction, but, if not honored, I doubt anyone would be offended to be alluded to on my blog.

 
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