Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Sensitve Men in Colombia

Colombia, and more specifically BQ, is filled with sensitive men. By this I do not mean Phil Donahue types. I mean men who take stupid things personally. My wife understands them. I do not. A little story, complete with dialogue...

Every morning, before the sun comes up if I have work, I walk Dinky. To walk Dinky requires: a ride downstairs in the elevator, leaving the building, walking Dinky, picking up some poo, walking some more, returning to the building, being let in, riding up in the elevator, and finally re-entering the apartment.
My building has three doormen who work shifts and alternate the night/early morning shift every day. Their names are Davison, Nargel, and Antonio. Antonio is the only one with a normal name. He is, however, not a normal person. He is a 56 year old Costeno Sensitive Man.

On the mornings when Antonio is on duty, without fail, I have to wait to be let in, because he is doing something, also, without fail, there is a blue liquid floor cleaner in pools on the floor from the door into the elevator. Elevators are small, confined spaces.
So, a week ago or so, I asked Antonio if he could please wait, as a favor to me, to pour that stuff in the elevator until I have gone upstairs with Dinky, cause Dinky sits in it and tries to eat it, and in the confines of a small room like an elevator, it's hard to control. He seemed to have a hard time understanding what I was saying. So, I restated, could you please wait five minutes to spray that stuff in the elevator, because Dinky thinks its a melted blue-raspberry snowcone.

Good, I thought. Problem solved.

This morning, I was walking Dinky as usual, and when we returned, there was Antonio, who told me, "I spoke to the administrator of the building, and I am supposed to clean the elevator."


"Yeah,"I said. "I'm sure you are. I would just like you to wait five minutes to dump that stuff in the 'vator."


So he leaves and gets the stuff, the blue stuff, in a big plastic milk carton with the word floor cleaner written on it with a sharpie.
"It's for the elevator, too." he said.

"I'm not asking you not to clean the elevator. Just to wait five minutes until I am upstairs to pour this stuff on the floor of the thing."

"Sometimes you're gone more than five minutes."

"Ok. ten minutes. Could you please wait ten minutes to pour that stuff on the floor."

"The administrator wants me to clean the elevator."

"You could spend the ten minutes mopping up the rest of the blue stuff and then spray it in the elevator after I go up with my dog." Antonio was starting to get teary-eyed, and confused. "I am the only person up at that time, and it would be nice to not ride in the elevator with my dog with pools of blue stuff."

"The administrator said I'm to clean the elevator. Snifle."

Now I am no longer entertained at all. "I'M ASKING YOU, AS A FAVOR, LIKE A PERSON, LIKE A HUMAN BEING, TO PLEASE WAIT UNTIL I AM UPSTAIRS, THAT'S ALL. I AM THE ONLY PERSON IN THE BUILDING AT THAT TIME WHO IS USING THE ELEVATOR. PLEASE."

snifle


"HOW OLD ARE YOU?"

"Me? My age? I'm fifty-six."

"Ok. please. You are a man. I am just asking you a favor. Please. One man to another. Please. If your bathroom there was broken and you needed to use one and you asked me to use mine, I wouldn't have to make sure it was OK with the administrator, I would say, 'Of course, Antonio, I would be happy to do you a favor."

"Sometimes you are gone more than five minutes."

"YOU ARE A FREAK!" I stormed out of the lobby, with my dog.
I told my wife immediately, and she said, "He thinks you're criticizing him, and he's taking it personally."

"Well now I am criticizing him, for being an idiot."

And now I must clean the blue spots off my dog's ass.
ciao for now.
FppInternational

Monday, May 24, 2010

News Haikus 22, BP Spill. The Electric Car


Can someone please create a reasonable electric car soon?


Exxon still hasn't paid up for the Valdez spill. BP is proving to be BiggerPricks than even Exxon. Dick Cheney shoots old men in the face. Daniel Day Lewis was fucking scary at the end of that movie, in the bowling alley. George W. Bush.
Can't we all just agree that if you're into oil you are in the top .0001% of super-cocksuckers who should be killed by an overdose of hot sauce in the lungs. It's 2010, cars should fucking fly, let alone be powered by something other than caveman technology (uhhhh, I don' know, burn shit.). Everyone from Sarah Palin to that fat fuck Rush Limbaugh to George Bush to King Abdullah and the terrorists his country supports to anyone who says global warming isn't real (that mankind has no impact on the earth's climate) to the presidents of BP, and of Exxon to Hugo Chavez to Putin to etc etc etc.....
You lying, manipulative assholes, FUCK YOU!
A HAIKU
Oil Oil Oil Oil Oil

If you profited from it

Drown in it in hell

The Worst. The worst worst worst worst worst.

Jireh Travel in BQ, and more specifically Jaime Ariza, are/is the worst travel agents in Barranquilla and probably Colombia, and maybe even the world.
I am not joking.
The worst. Agggghhhh!
I don't have the vocabulary to explain how bad this idiot/team of idiots is.
HULK SMASH.

NEVER USE THIS TRAVEL AGENT!

NEVER.

When the revolution goes down and the streets are pooling blood and Jireh Travel has the last ticket out of the warzone, get a camel or a bicycle or a Yaak or some waterwings or a good pair of shoes.
Jaime Ariza is a liar. A lying liar. A lying troll of a liar. He's incompetent and smelly, and I hope he eats something that turns his insides out.
Really.
Right now I hate nobody more than I hate this guy. I have been complaining about him to the school where I work (their official agent) for four years now. I want him drawn, quartered, flayed, buggered, and dipped in sweet and sour sauce.


ARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH.

my wife now hates him too.
And she has to go pick up the tickets from him, because if I go down there, it'll get ugly. Eleanor Roosevelt ugly. Dutchess Margaret of Tyrol ugly. Gheorghe Muresan ugly. ugly.
Travel plans are coming along.

BTW. aren't travel agents all now officially obsolete?

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Spring 2010 - L'Ultima Beach Trip

As time winds down, bags get organized, tickets get purchased, junk gets aligned, furniture gets sold, trips to the beach lose their preeminence, and probably shall not be descried again in these latitudes for a fair bit o time.

Runnin with the Dinkil

So, once more unto the beach, dear friends, once more, or close the wall up with our Gringo dead... dog in tow.

Although it really hasn't made any serious impact on anyone yet, the idea of no longer being able to travel for fifteen minutes to play in the sand and surf any day of the year, is a little disheartening.

Guilt and Glee

I am sure there will plenty of opportunity to sunbathe in January where we are going.