I sometimes wonder why husbands can be crabby. Especially one who has spent 10 hours out fishing on the river. Could it be too much sun? Too much beer? A combination of both? Ugh. What bugs me the most is the “I’m tired, I should go to bed.” thing. Umm…what is so tiring about sticking a pole into water?
Okay, I’m shutting up. I won’t vent and bore you all to death!
This story infuriates me. I can’t even tell you how angry I am about it. We’re taught to be tolerant of the rights of others. I cannot agree more, but why should a 7-year-old be beaten because his parents are against homosexuality? I have nothing against gays or lesbians. I don’t think they should be treated any differently than any other human being on this planet. But what makes me mad is that their rights seem to be more important than mine or those of David Parker.
David Parker simply wished to have a say in his child’s education. And if he chooses to be notified of homosexual teachings in order to remove his son from the classroom, that is HIS RIGHT. Why can’t people (in general) understand that? And why do these 8 or 10 children who are responsible for the beating go unpunished? Regardless of why he was beaten, it’s a crime. These children obviously need to be expelled from school or need to be seen by a psychologist to figure out why they started beating someone up and more importantly, need to face the consequences of their actions!! I’m so angry I’m shaking. I can guarantee if the child who was beaten up was gay or had gay parents, it would be front page news and action would be taken. But no — not in this case. In this instance it goes unnoticed. I have two words for this: Fuck That!
Nope. Not talking about fishing.
All I hear is clickety-click-clicking of the computer keys under my fingers and that of those people who sit next to me. And the occasional, “….do you have the claim number?” or ” …..no we don’t cover for STDs that you contract on your vacation….”
Wait! What??? Are you serious? You have to be kidding. Someone asked that question?
Indeed they did. And it’s not the first time. When I first started working for Travel Guard in 2003, I received an insurance telephone call from a gentleman named Mark who wanted to know if we’d cover his medical expenses if he contracted an STD in Las Vegas from a prostitute. I was absolutely mortified in answering his coverage questions. But I managed. He wasn’t too happy with our requirement that we would need proof that he indeed got the clap on his vacation and there’s no way to prove that. After 35 minutes of trying to get him to understand, in a fit of rage, his reply to me was “Well, I’ll just tie the girl up, take a picture of her with a newspaper in her hand and if I get HIV you’ll know it was from that whore.”
I didn’t know what to do or say and so I just said, “Well maybe if you’d use a goddamned condom OR here’s an idea: do not have sex PERIOD, you’ll have nothing to worry about!?!?!?”
Instantly I feared that I’d be fired for my lack of compassion toward this “customer” but my manager was too stunned by the converstaion to begin with (she had picked up the call to listen in as I explained our coverages) that she told me what I did was the not the correct thing, but that she wouldn’t have been able to handle it any better.
So now, my poor co-worker is dealing with a caller of the same magnitude. Ugh. I get a sick feeling remembering this topic. But I digress, some people in this world are just not bright! Go figure.
Do people seriously go on vacation just to have sex with prostitutes? Or, unprotected sex in general? I’ve heard of businessmen taking trips to Bangkok (and no pun was intended) because the “street vendors” are amazing (and here I thought they were talking about Thai food), but I never imagined going on a trip to have sexual relations with foreign hookers. Maybe I’m just too sheltered. My world is too small here in Midwestern America. I don’t even know if we have hookers here. I’ve never seen one. I mean, there were girls I knew who were slutty, but I can’t imagine anyone paying them for sex. Then again, I don’t want to know. This topic is getting off course.
I really need to get more sleep and then stuff like this won’t bother me so much. I really hope that the traveler going to Amsterdam is bringing a lot of protection for the “red light” district. Ugh. What a day.
My parents have decided to keep Dawson overnight again this weekend. It’s a routine that they babysit while I work ten miserable hours every Saturday and they offered to keep him overnight. They also had him last weekend and Doug and I took advantage of the free babysitters and went out on the town. I am so grateful for having family nearby like I do, even if they drive me insane sometimes.
Dawson loves staying with “Poppa” so I’m not worried, but I’m starting to miss my little bug. He is growing so fast and I know my parents love him very much. I guess all is well with that situation. I said goodbye to Doodlebug and asked for a hug and he shook his head, denying me of a cuddle. That isn’t sitting so well with me! He thinks he’s too old to hug me? Already? He’s not even two!
I left for work, feeling rejected, but then I realized: I’m with him eveyday and he probably just wants to hang with Grandpa and Grandma today. I’m feeling a little better.
Now, I just need to decide what I’m going to do with myself tonight and tomorrow with no little one to worry about! Monday we’d like to go boating again. I’m definitely darkening my tan. I’m starting to look like I live in Florida all year long. Tonight I suggested we stop at Big Todd’s Rumble Inn for a drink, but Douglio Iglesius hasn’t replied. Hmmm…what to do, what to do??
What are you all doing this weekend? Anything fun?
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