Pepto Pink and little yellow cars

I have a ton of stuff to do in the next few months and it makes me nervous. I tend to be a numero uno procrastinator, and even when I set deadlines for myself I am always scrambling at the last minute. Character flaw, I guess. Take for example needing to burn pictures from my hard drive, I take a gazillion pictures and they use up an incredible amount of space. It always takes me two days to get it done, so everytime I finish I tell myself, Okay, I am going to do this weekly. No more 27 dics at a time. I am sooo done with that. Humph, guess what I was doing last weekend? Yeah.

So moving sucks, no doubt about it. I still have boxes that were never unpacked from two years ago. I am so tempted to toss them out without seeing what's in them. I know I won't though, I have to see what's inside. Because maybe I will use it for something. You know, one day.

Anyway, I was walking outside this evening looking for something to photograph, and what do I see? About 17 police cars with their lights flashing surrounding a little yellow car. I am thinking they must have tried to pull him over on the main street and he pulled into my community. They are screaming at him in Spanish, and I am starting to stress a little bit. I NEED to get *just past them, there are some flowers I wanted to take pictures of. I am thinking, how can I look inconspicious? In my bright pink pepto bismol scrubs that I hadn't had time to change out of. Errr, well, that I was too lazy to change out of.

Maybe if I don't make eye contact, no one will notice me. Or if I just look off to the side while I walk past. The yelling gets louder, and since I can't understand what they are saying I start to think maybe they are yelling at me. Like, "get away, you stupid white girl", although I am pretty sure I would have recognized 'gringa'. I debate calling up a friend of mine to translate as I get closer. Just a few more feet... Please, don't let me get shot... I just want to take some pictures.

So as I reach the point of no return it all ends rather anticlimatically, with the guy getting back in his little yellow car and making a u-turn to get back out on the main road. The cops are staring at me though, and I get that nervous giggle going. You know, tee hee heee. Tee hee. One kind of nods at me while hitching up his pants and they get back in their cars. Crisis averted.

So after all that, the flowers pretty much sucked, but I had to get a picture of something. So here you go, a tunnel. More like the drainage ditch, but tunnel sounds better.

-Janett

*Oh, and by 17 cop cars, I really meant 2.

Comments

[Courtney Gregory]

Janett-I'm loving your blog and your picture a day! You sound like me exaggerating the number of cop cars! :) It made me laugh out loud.Miss seeing you. We need to get together.