Suntana's Blog Trek

I normally start out my Posts in a cheery, humorous manner. In this week's Post, my introduction will chronicle this incident that infuriated me to no end yesterday afternoon. I had spent most of the day doing some Computer Maintenance on someone's computer. I also set up one of those Digital TV Boxes for them for when the Digital Switchover takes place in June. Everything went well with that. I was fed well. I had some Chicken Sopa. Well, that's what it's called as per the recipe. But, since this one was made with Turkey, I guess technically it was Turkey Sopa. I also had some Spanish Rice.

The Maggot

Afterwards, I was driving down this rural road, along with 2 passengers. There was a little bit more traffic than usual on that road because we had just passed a Fiesta celebrating the Cinco de Mayo Mexican holiday. Suddenly, 2 car lengths in front of us, we saw this oncoming truck make a very dangerous and risky U-Turn. I mean, it seemed extremely odd. We wondered why that driver had made such a foolish U-Turn with vehicles traveling in both directions. That driver's ill-advised stunt made the traffic from both directions come to a complete stop as he even had to back up and then proceed forward again, grazing a fence on the side of the road. With such crazy, foolish behavior, I started putting two and two together. It no longer appeared to me like just a driver's error in judgment. I had a hunch. I looked over to my left and sure enough. There was this car on the side of the road with 2 women outside and a girl, presumably the driver, running after the truck, which had by now finished making its U-Turn.

I saw the car on the side of the road had definitely been rear-ended by the truck. Yep, the driver of the truck had committed Hit & Run in plain view of a whole mess of witnesses. The girl had tried to run after the truck to, I'm sure, get the License Plate Number. I immediately tried to do my best to get the number myself. But, there were 2 cars in front of us and I could NOT see it as the truck sped away. A car started following the truck as the truck shamelessly immediately turned into a side road, trying its best to evade the scene of the crime and prevent anyone from getting his License Plate Number. This Pissed Me Off to no end. The unmitigated gall of the truck driver infuriated me. I decided I wanted to help get the License Plate Number if possible. The car in front of me was moving too slowly. So, I passed it to the Right side on the shoulder of the road. Unfortunately, I lost some time and distance, as I had to wait for oncoming cars to pass before making the Left turn onto that side road. I did my best to catch up to the truck, but the shameless Son of a Bitch Hit & Run Asshole Slimeball Maggot had no doubt floored it on that narrow, rough road. I don't know if he turned onto yet another side road, but I lost the truck nevertheless. I can only hope that that one car that initially followed the truck onto that side road, did manage to get the License Plate Number. That Fugger deserves to go to jail for a lengthy stay for that stunt, that crime.

The Wizard

For the 2nd part of my Post, I'll switch gears into the humorous, more typical material, which you my loyal readers seem to enjoy from me. This story takes place many years ago, back when my oldest niece and oldest nephew were just young-uns. I don't happen to have any kids, but I'm sure a lot of y'all do or at least are familiar with their behavior. Y'all are no doubt familiar with how kids can be relentlessly inquisitive. They'll ask why this or why that, over and over and over … endlessly as long as you humor them, right? One day, my niece and nephew had pestered me with quite the slew of inquiries. At one point, they asked me, "How do you know that?" Running low on patience and with my creativity running on fumes as far as humoring, pacifying answers went, I just uttered, "Because I know everything!"

Man, was that ever a mistake. From then on, my niece & nephew would not let me live that foolish utterance down. They would hold me to my declaration of knowing everything. If I ever inadvertently had the audacity to say, "I don't know," they’d go, "Ah Ahhh! What's that? You don't know? I thought you knew everything." I'd have to fabricate some BS. I'd proceed to dig myself a deeper hole. I'd go something like, "That's true. I DO know everything. What I meant to say was Blah Blah Blah."

Frankly, while they were really young, I really didn't think they were buying my BS. I thought for sure they saw right through my improvised drivel. I thought they just enjoyed putting me in the Hot Seat by not allowing me to say, "I don't know" lest they throw it back in my face. I was informed that one day, my nephew was crying because they couldn't find their dog. While still crying, apparently my nephew had a bright idea. He apparently told his Mom his sure fire, can't miss suggestion on how to find their dog. My nephew went, "Let's ask Toto." My sister went, "Toto? Why HIM? Why would HE know?" As serious as could be, my nephew went, "Because he knows everything." Probably fighting to keep from breaking into laughter, my sister apparently went, "Oyes, pues si no es Brujo." That Spanish loosely translates to, "You know … he's NOT a Warlock or a Wizard."