Dental DilemmaPerhaps I should write about the fantastic dentist appointment I had, where I literally sat in a cold, sterile, lethal injection-like chair for 50 minutes before anyone bothered to f*cking notice me?
And no apology, none, nothing, nada. How about the f*cking g-d awful novacaine shot right above my front teeth that made my nose numb and itchy and almost extended clear up to my eyeballs, I sh*t you not! Then they leave me there to rot even longer! Try itching a numb nose. It's like nails on a chalkboard, cringing and skin-crawling. Maybe someday you fellow b*tches will experience it. Well, I hope not....well sort of. Misery does love company.
Or how about because I've been sitting in the chair now feeling like my face just had a stroke, waiting and waiting, listening to incessant drills next door, I'm now late for a meeting with none other than a bunch of teachers from my kids' school that will surely hate me now, if they hadn't already. So, I finally started texting anyone I could reach about my certain tardiness, since the crabby *ss, injection giving dental assistant soon left again after numbing me up. Then to make matters worse, I had to wait for like 15 MORE minutes! WTF! I was standing in the corner when she walked in and I sternly said, "Um, yah, I'm gonna be texting for a while because I'm late now." I suddenly realized it might have been a blessing to miss the meeting. My son's Spanish teacher was going to be there, and I had just left her a totally nasty voice mail regarding the lack of handing out my son's "Mexican" treat for the Spanish class "Fiesta." I'm like "Um, where are those chili pepper lollipops that I drove to the sort of scary "la mercado" to lovingly buy for my son to have as a unique and authentic Spanish treat, huh? They never arrived in his class!" Hmmmmm.....Did I stumble upon a delicacy the Spanish teacher craved and decided to keep as her own little stash? That puta! Did she not know the BDM in me would surely ask my son how all the kids liked our ammmaaaazing Chili Chupa Chups? And when he said they never made it to the fiesta, that I would surely raise hell and question her on the goodies MIA?
OK, so turns out they got mixed up with another class (cuz the MOTY here drove them to school late, forgetting to send with the boy), and that she would hand them out as a special treat from my son the next day. Oh, that's just f*cking great! Now the kid's going to be teased because they'll all knew HE brought the nasty cockroach suckers that looked (and likely tasted) like fiery turds on a stick! "Um, ok no special treament, nice Senorita Spanish teacher!! Why dont you go ahead and keep those special lollipops for yourself-please, enjoy!"(equivalent to a spicy Dum-Dum). Immediate thought---Shit! A certain "C" for his grade due to his BM! Sorry Buddy.
Oh, la mierda! Life goes on and on, and like today, tomorow will have it's moments!