Thoughts.com Blogs - The verdict is in.....I think I'll cry

In my earlier post (posted only for friends and me), I couldn't decide whether it was more fitting to yak or cry, and I have decided that crying is the appropriate response. Why, you might ask? You might, but you'll be sorry you did.

I was on my way to the airport. Now, the small regional airport I fly from is about 45 minutes away. It is perfectly acceptable to get there 45 minutes before your flight, although I try to get there closer to an hour before. I was just over there Sunday on my shopping extravaganza. There was some road construction, but nothing that had 3 detours, lanes of traffic stalled for 20 minutes or on several occasions, or police cruisers lining the highway. Today, not only did all of the above apply, but I also got stopped by a freakin' train. Needless to say, I missed my flight. I called my project manager, explained the conundrum and asked what she wanted me to do. This little town in Maryland I should've been on my way to.....it's so in the middle of nowhere that I had to book 2 connections to get there. And I was only going to train someone. Think there was any possibility of rebooking it and getting there tonight? Yep, there was, but it was going to put me getting into a tiny, tiny airport after 1am, when all of the rental car agents would be gone, they might've been able to leave me a message noting where my car would be in the parking lot, but maybe not if my flight happened to be late, and chances are, I would be in that parking lot by myself, at 1am in an unfamiliar town, trying to find my renta-ride. Oh, and there were no hotel shuttles available, and taxis didn't frequent the airport that time of morning. Sound safe? Sure. I refused to go. My project manager seemed okay with my decision, but I haven't yet talked with my manager. So I'm stressed.

So, leaving the airport, heading for home, I stop for gas. Most airports are situated in a rural part of the city, and this one is no different. Beside the gas station, there is a little rundown truck that I can only refer to as the Tetanus Mobile, with a wire dog cage in the back, and a howling dog in the cage. The dog is yowling in pain. So, while my gas is pumping, I mosey over to see what the problem is. The poor dog has gotten his chain (yes, apparently he needs a chain as well as a cage) caught around his neck and one of his front paws. So, I climb my ass up in the back of the truck to right the wrong. About that time, 2 guys come outta the Dairy Queen where the truck is parked and rush over to the truck. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" one of them asks me. The other one is mouthing shit, too, but I couldn't understand him, and between the two of them, they may have been able to account for 1 full set of teeth. "I'm untangling your dog, " I tell them, "didn't you hear him crying?" First guy that speaks somewhat clearly, spits out his dip and says, "You need to mind your own damn business, missy. Now get yer little ass outta the back of my truck 'fore I call the police." "Call the police for what?" Now, I'm pissed. I swear, this butt-reaming asshole had no business with an animal. "Whattya gonna tell them? That I didn't want your dog to choke on the friggin' chain?" "No," he spits back, "I'm gonna tell 'em some little smart ass bitch is trying to steal my truck." Mind you, I'm still in the bed of the truck, I'm still untangling the dog, who seems to be very grateful, and people at the gas station are starting to stare. But I busted out laughing. "Who would steal this piece of shit? I don't care about your truck, asshole, but I do care about the dog. And I'm taking this chain off." "You do, and you'll be sorry." I kept on untangling, and I've already unlatched the chain itself from the side of the cage. First guy starts to climb up in the bed of the truck, and I tell him, "So help me, God, you get up here and I will bust your face wide open with this chain. If you don't believe me, keep comin'." So by now, a man at the gas station who has been watching the exchange comes over and asks me if I need help. "No, not really, unless Jethro here decides to take one more step." The man talks to the 1st guy, and then the 2nd, and then climbs up and helps me untangle the dog. I don't know what he said to them; he drew them aside and was speaking softly. I kept working on the chain. So, finally, the dog is untangled, he's licking my hands, and I toss the chain in the bed of the truck. I climb down and go back to my car. My gas has long since shut off. The friendly man walks over and says, "That wasn't very smart. You could have been hurt." So I tell him that nothing provokes a rage in me like animal cruelty and getting hurt by two skinny, bony, toothless pieces of shit was not likely. He told me he took down their license plate and would call the Humane Society. Still, made me sad for the dog.

SO, there's the end to my day. I'm back home, I'm tired, I haven't heard from my roomie, so I don't know if he read my blog and misunderstood, if he's busy and hasn't gotten my message, or if he'll show up later and all will be good. So, that's sorta weighing on me. AND, I had a minor altercation with two skeletons with hair that could've come straight from Deliveranceville, AND I may have given my heart to a man that is more attracted to my brother in law than me, AND I made the desperate, stupid, senseless, embarrassing, how-many-hints-do-I-need-to-ignore call to a guy that just isn't that into me. So, my question is, how much more of an idiot could I be? Ugh.