HOW NOT TO

"think of the blog post," she said once i'd had time enough to calm down after walking back to the wapato access greenway parking lot to find the passenger side front window of the imapala smashed in. i didn't. nor had i until after the mexicans (her affectionate sobriquet) at 15th and alberta had already replaced the window and fixed the damage to the door frame and i had the wherewithal to think about blogging, having also, after all, had a dental appointment scheduled for the following morning, and if not for the pain of the inconvenience, then the thought of the expense had been more than enough to distract me from making interesting out of another stupid setback. it wasn't enough that it happened the same day as the car went up for sale, but it was also a sunday, and for whatever reason it seems like that should have some emotional sway for anyone who's ever had to wake up for work on a monday knowing that the dentist would be collecting the next day. bad enough that the impala had to close parents' week during that same a.m., but then who knew if the mexicans would even be able to take the car? but they could, and then they numbed you anyway, and the funny thing (they numbed you) is that this guy has his finger in your mouth and you can't even feel it. listening to down tempo electronica after having been anesthetized probably wasn't the best way to stay awake, but when you snap to, you marvel that you've never fallen asleep at work before now. and then you think of the blog post. because really, there isn't any point in trying to work after that scene.