Nun the worse for wear.
02/08/2000  

Alright so I am starting to see some kind of pattern going on in my life. Today I got hit by a Nun in a van. Back in September (9/7/99) I ended up getting in to a fender bender with a car full of Buddhist Monks. Now this. I never have been so embarrassed and felt so guilty as I did today.

After the impact, a streaming consciousness of swear words and multiple variations of the 'F' word came spewing out of my mouth at a speed that even Mario Andretti would be envious of. That is until I I shifted the gear into park with rage and determination, threw open the door, dug for my insurance stuff, stepped out of the Jeep with boisterous confidence to witness a very nervous and distraught Nun in full habit. My first thought was that I am definitely on an 'E' ticket ride straight to hell. 

I did the check for damage and there was none to her vehicle and then checked mine only to find that she hit the same exact spot that I had when I backed into the Monks. I said that it was ok and my nervous Nun said she agreed and blessed me and sped out of there like a bat out of hell. Okay, poor choice of words but it works.

My next thought was 'hey, this one wasn't my fault.' Does this mean that I get out of *sin card free* out of the deal? Hind sight is 20/20. I should have asked for something more than a simple blessing. Maybe some rosaries or a hail Mary or something, but the guilt of swearing took over.

It was just one of those days to begin with. I didn't sleep again, came in late and left early. Dealt with a couple of really stupid things and pretty much screwed the day off and only continued to get more and more irritated with people in general. My first stop should have given me an indication for the day. It was to go get coffee. Obviously any one that knows me knows this is my routine. There I was subjected to two super high maintenance east side women that couldn't figure out what they wanted to drink let a lone what kind of pastry they wanted to go with it. During their "time" at the counter they were busy conversing with each other and in between querying about each variety of muffin and scone and changing their drink orders they proceeded to five minutes later decide to argue who was going to pay. In the mean time the line is now out the door and they didn't even order coffee! Wussies got hot chocolate!

Two words for you at this point: YUPPIE ELIMINATION! Yes that is kind of bitchy but that is the mood I am in and that just seem to set the tone for the rest of the day. 

Now I wonder which religious sect will be the next victim of my bumper. Maybe the Jeep needs to go to church or something? 


Today's Thank U's

~  To the Nun who didn't whack me across the knuckles for swearing.

~   To my favorite barristas for making my coffee in the mean time while the yuppies duked it out over pastries and payment.


Recommended Website De Jour:

~  None today.

Best Line of The Day:

Too weird of a day for it.

Magic 8-BallŪ Says:

~  "Will my bumper find another religious sect to come into contact with?"  I kid you not... I swear this thing scares me with it's answers...

 

Till Next Time....