Now I am not usually one to quit things, but there comes a time when you just have to throw in the towel. My quit list includes:
1. I quit riding the DART train down town. First of all, the homeless man that demanded an ESL lesson from me using words out of the book I was reading freaked me out. There I was in the middle of everyone, reading my own book, when this wee little man comes and sits down by me and starts asking me what words were in my book.
Wee man (while leaning over into my personal space): “Wat dat?”
Me: “The word is ‘climb.’”
Wee man (pointing to another word): “Wat dat?”
Me: “The word is ‘stack.’”
Wee man (not realizing that I am starting to reach for my pepper spray): “Wat
dat?”
Me: “The word is ‘heart.’”
The train stops and the wee man gets off. I am left sitting there looking around to see if anyone saw what had happened. No one even gave me a glance.
My other two experiences that were the last straw were the man that sat by me and told me that I reminded him of strawberry ice cream and the drug deal that went down right in front of me. Seriously, these people are like the freak back woods folk that the media inevitably interviews after their trailer was blown away by a tornado (complete with banjo music). Freaks!
2. I quit volunteering in the G-Town Detention Center (A.K.A. jail). Not because I wanted to, but because I was pregnant with Braden and I had to spend most of my time getting ready for his arrival. When I was volunteering at the PD, I always went in on Saturday mornings to the jail to field phone calls and give out bond information. Hands down it was one of the most interesting positions that I have ever done. I saw the worst of pro football players, high rollers, and even old school mates. I will never forget the day that I undoubtedly ended several marriages. This is one of my juicer stories from my detention center work. It just so happened that G-Town did a prostitution sting and the male population had almost doubled from men who propositioned a female undercover officer named “Candy.” Naturally, all the calls the next morning were from the wives and girlfriends wondering where their significant others were. And yes, it was yours truly that got to break it to the ladies that their man was in the slammer for prostitution. I got every sort of response from, “Okay, thank you” (click), to “Was he givin’ or was he gettin’?”
1. I quit riding the DART train down town. First of all, the homeless man that demanded an ESL lesson from me using words out of the book I was reading freaked me out. There I was in the middle of everyone, reading my own book, when this wee little man comes and sits down by me and starts asking me what words were in my book.
Wee man (while leaning over into my personal space): “Wat dat?”
Me: “The word is ‘climb.’”
Wee man (pointing to another word): “Wat dat?”
Me: “The word is ‘stack.’”
Wee man (not realizing that I am starting to reach for my pepper spray): “Wat
dat?”
Me: “The word is ‘heart.’”
The train stops and the wee man gets off. I am left sitting there looking around to see if anyone saw what had happened. No one even gave me a glance.
My other two experiences that were the last straw were the man that sat by me and told me that I reminded him of strawberry ice cream and the drug deal that went down right in front of me. Seriously, these people are like the freak back woods folk that the media inevitably interviews after their trailer was blown away by a tornado (complete with banjo music). Freaks!
2. I quit volunteering in the G-Town Detention Center (A.K.A. jail). Not because I wanted to, but because I was pregnant with Braden and I had to spend most of my time getting ready for his arrival. When I was volunteering at the PD, I always went in on Saturday mornings to the jail to field phone calls and give out bond information. Hands down it was one of the most interesting positions that I have ever done. I saw the worst of pro football players, high rollers, and even old school mates. I will never forget the day that I undoubtedly ended several marriages. This is one of my juicer stories from my detention center work. It just so happened that G-Town did a prostitution sting and the male population had almost doubled from men who propositioned a female undercover officer named “Candy.” Naturally, all the calls the next morning were from the wives and girlfriends wondering where their significant others were. And yes, it was yours truly that got to break it to the ladies that their man was in the slammer for prostitution. I got every sort of response from, “Okay, thank you” (click), to “Was he givin’ or was he gettin’?”
3. I quit my teaching job. I have to say, I don’t miss the following:
-the 20 million questions
-finding out that a kid in my class has lice and then instinctively wanting to scratch my own
head
-having a student throw up by my desk and on my hands (after trying to get the trash can in
-having a student throw up by my desk and on my hands (after trying to get the trash can in
front of their face)
-the crazy parents that think their child can do no wrong
-the feeling like you are doing nothing but herding cats
-the crazy parents that think their child can do no wrong
-the feeling like you are doing nothing but herding cats
So today I tried to call and quit the gym. I haven’t been in approximately 11 months, and now that I have Braden and we are trying to move, I really don’t see me going back. It has just been wasted money that we could use for… oh I don’t know… let’s say GAS!!!
As I am calling, I was thinking back to the FRIENDS episode where Chandler tries to quit the gym, but they bring out the hot girl to convince him to stay and he gets all confused and never ends up quitting. So I am on the phone and my “hot girl,” (which is in the form of an India call center) is trying to convince me to keep my membership. I am trying my hardest to cancel, but I can’t understand the person on the other end of the line. After about 10 minutes of having her repeat stuff, turning up the volume on the phone, etc. I hung up the phone and not only didn’t cancel anything, but I believe I had somehow upgraded my membership in the process. What the…? I WANT TO QUIT THE GYM!!! I guess I’ll try again tomorrow…
As I am calling, I was thinking back to the FRIENDS episode where Chandler tries to quit the gym, but they bring out the hot girl to convince him to stay and he gets all confused and never ends up quitting. So I am on the phone and my “hot girl,” (which is in the form of an India call center) is trying to convince me to keep my membership. I am trying my hardest to cancel, but I can’t understand the person on the other end of the line. After about 10 minutes of having her repeat stuff, turning up the volume on the phone, etc. I hung up the phone and not only didn’t cancel anything, but I believe I had somehow upgraded my membership in the process. What the…? I WANT TO QUIT THE GYM!!! I guess I’ll try again tomorrow…
3 comments:
Best of luck trying again today! When I moved here and had to quit my gym in Ft Worth, they gave me SO much red tape! Had to get a notarized certified letter... it was beyond ridiculous. Hope you have better luck with it than I did!
Oh my goodness! I am SO glad you found me. I am going to love reading your blog! I used to live in G-town and felt like I needed my passport to enter my street. BUT, there was never a dull moment. Glad we're connected again!
This is hilarious! We recently quit our gym too and it was quite an ordeal!
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