After our long Sunday out on the beach in Maili, I got really bad sunburn. So as I got ready for work, I threw on the lightest dress I could to avoid pressure on my skin. I was fine all day until it was time to go home.
After work, I went to the hospital to help a friend in need. Her family was in a complicated situation and I was able to help and provide notary services for her where another notary was unable to. I was wearing my jacket because I expected the hospital to be cold. I had my heavy backpack in tow. By the time we made the long haul from the garage to the hospital room, I was HOT! I took care of the notary business and said my good byes. My girlfriend wanted to pay me for my services and I just couldn’t take the money. I believe in Karma and will not capitalize on other peoples misfortunes. I just won’t. That was why when I did over 800 shirts for the 1/27 Wolfhounds when Romel’s unit deployed, I did not mark up the shirts or any of the goods. As a military wife going through the same deployment, to make money off of the war was unjust. Yes, I did a LOT of work to get all of that done, but I did it with good intentions and in support of my husband, his unit, and their service. It was never because I wanted to make money. Anyway….
I was about to catch a late bus home and figured I better hit the head before getting to the bus stop. Was the AC busted in the entire hospital? Geez it was so hot in that place. I use the loo, wash my hands, check my clothing, throw on my heavy backpack and head towards the elevator. An older couple join me in the wait. I’m dripping sweat at this point. I swear there was no air circulation in the dang hospital. Then I hear a guy hollering in the hall out of sight. “Eh, what your name? You pretty das y!” I roll my eyes and think. great….just what I need.
The young guy in the wheelchair is hollering at a female. This guy is covered in tattoos. He’s dark skinned with short black hair. The guy pushing him, a young asian boy with iphone earbuds in his ears and a hat. The guy in the wheel chair now sees me and hollers at me “what your name?” I smile and quietly say my name as his friend rolls him away. I turn around to face the elevator.
All of a sudden I hear the guy yell, “try bring me ova dea I like see outside. Wea we stay? wow nice ah?” While he ogles the view outside the huge window, the guy pushing the chair looks at me and says, “miss…miss. your dress.” I look behind and feel behind me and my friggen dress got caught up by my backpack and my entire right backside is exposed. HOLY FRIGGEN CHEESE BALLS. ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!! SERIOUSLY?!
I quickly pull my dress down and look directly at the lady who was standing behind me the WHOLE TIME. She goes, “I swear I didn’t even notice it. If I saw it I would’ve said something.” I look at the boy and tell him, “THANK YOU SO MUCH for telling me”. He replies, “I wasn’t perving or nothing. I just saw your dress. so ya.” I said, “No, I appreciate you telling me. Or I would’ve walked all the way to the bus stop with my A$$ hanging out!” All the while I can feel my face turn beet red as I continue to sweat even more profusely than I was 5 minutes earlier. WHERES THE FRIGGEN AC!? AND WHERES THE DAMN ELEVATOR?! To make matters even worse, I'm using my backpack that says TEAM OLIPAS in BIG bold letters on it. So this guy just might remember my name. sigh. I then realize the only reason the guy in the wheelchair wanted to look out the window was because my rear end was flashing him in the face when I turned around. It was a DIFFERENT view he was after. oy.....
The elevator finally shows up in what felt like 20 minutes later. We learn that one lift is the only one working out of FOUR!! UGH. I’ll never make it to the bus stop. To make matters worse, I get off on the wrong floor and now am completely lost. I flag a nurse down to help me get out of the building and I make it out. Hallelujah…I made it. And that was how my Monday ended.
I hope if you are ever in a situation like that, you will be a good samaritan and tell them their goodies are showing just like this guy did for me. If you're in my boat, learn to laugh about it. Cause it IS hella funny!
P.S. NO, I did not feel a draft. I was worried about missing my bus and stressing that my phone had no connection in the building. I couldn't check the bus schedule.
After work, I went to the hospital to help a friend in need. Her family was in a complicated situation and I was able to help and provide notary services for her where another notary was unable to. I was wearing my jacket because I expected the hospital to be cold. I had my heavy backpack in tow. By the time we made the long haul from the garage to the hospital room, I was HOT! I took care of the notary business and said my good byes. My girlfriend wanted to pay me for my services and I just couldn’t take the money. I believe in Karma and will not capitalize on other peoples misfortunes. I just won’t. That was why when I did over 800 shirts for the 1/27 Wolfhounds when Romel’s unit deployed, I did not mark up the shirts or any of the goods. As a military wife going through the same deployment, to make money off of the war was unjust. Yes, I did a LOT of work to get all of that done, but I did it with good intentions and in support of my husband, his unit, and their service. It was never because I wanted to make money. Anyway….
I was about to catch a late bus home and figured I better hit the head before getting to the bus stop. Was the AC busted in the entire hospital? Geez it was so hot in that place. I use the loo, wash my hands, check my clothing, throw on my heavy backpack and head towards the elevator. An older couple join me in the wait. I’m dripping sweat at this point. I swear there was no air circulation in the dang hospital. Then I hear a guy hollering in the hall out of sight. “Eh, what your name? You pretty das y!” I roll my eyes and think. great….just what I need.
The young guy in the wheelchair is hollering at a female. This guy is covered in tattoos. He’s dark skinned with short black hair. The guy pushing him, a young asian boy with iphone earbuds in his ears and a hat. The guy in the wheel chair now sees me and hollers at me “what your name?” I smile and quietly say my name as his friend rolls him away. I turn around to face the elevator.
All of a sudden I hear the guy yell, “try bring me ova dea I like see outside. Wea we stay? wow nice ah?” While he ogles the view outside the huge window, the guy pushing the chair looks at me and says, “miss…miss. your dress.” I look behind and feel behind me and my friggen dress got caught up by my backpack and my entire right backside is exposed. HOLY FRIGGEN CHEESE BALLS. ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!! SERIOUSLY?!
I quickly pull my dress down and look directly at the lady who was standing behind me the WHOLE TIME. She goes, “I swear I didn’t even notice it. If I saw it I would’ve said something.” I look at the boy and tell him, “THANK YOU SO MUCH for telling me”. He replies, “I wasn’t perving or nothing. I just saw your dress. so ya.” I said, “No, I appreciate you telling me. Or I would’ve walked all the way to the bus stop with my A$$ hanging out!” All the while I can feel my face turn beet red as I continue to sweat even more profusely than I was 5 minutes earlier. WHERES THE FRIGGEN AC!? AND WHERES THE DAMN ELEVATOR?! To make matters even worse, I'm using my backpack that says TEAM OLIPAS in BIG bold letters on it. So this guy just might remember my name. sigh. I then realize the only reason the guy in the wheelchair wanted to look out the window was because my rear end was flashing him in the face when I turned around. It was a DIFFERENT view he was after. oy.....
The elevator finally shows up in what felt like 20 minutes later. We learn that one lift is the only one working out of FOUR!! UGH. I’ll never make it to the bus stop. To make matters worse, I get off on the wrong floor and now am completely lost. I flag a nurse down to help me get out of the building and I make it out. Hallelujah…I made it. And that was how my Monday ended.
I hope if you are ever in a situation like that, you will be a good samaritan and tell them their goodies are showing just like this guy did for me. If you're in my boat, learn to laugh about it. Cause it IS hella funny!
P.S. NO, I did not feel a draft. I was worried about missing my bus and stressing that my phone had no connection in the building. I couldn't check the bus schedule.
As I was clipping my coupons last night, I saw this ad and died laughing. I need to start using Infusium.
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