We’ve been waiting what seems like forever to get our bathroom treated for termites. We were finally told the woman who does it hasn’t been around because her Mother has been in the hospital. I was okay with waiting a little while longer. We were told it would be the end of the week. What she used the last time was some pretty nasty shit.. I am looking forward to the end of the week. *evil bug hating laugh*
I’ve been killing them as fast as I can. Tonight I have a kid running through the apartment screaming because of the termites. He loves bugs but not termites. I can’t say that I blame him. Those things give me the creeps. It’s enough to make me wish for Depends.
But back to Jim Bob (I don’t know what his name was..). I’m sitting here minding my own business, except for ocassionally scratching at the thought of the damned bugs, and suddenly there’s a knock on our door. It’s Jim Bob the Maintenance Man. He says he’s here to, he reads from his slip of paper, check out the hole in the ceiling. I try and keep from rolling my eyes at him because we’ve already had someone do that and he said it was TERMITES. I invite him in to look at it thinking what the hell. He goes into the bathroom. I point it out to him telling him that the other man had said it was termites. He looks and says…
Drumroll please….”that’s TERMITES!”
At that point I’m trying to refrain from wringing his scrawny neck.
Ohhh I wanted to say…
NO SHIT JIM BOB!
I TOLD YOU THEY WERE TERMITES!
MAYBE IF YOU WAIT LONG ENOUGH THE BASTARDS WILL DESTROY THE FLOOR AND THERE WILL BE A FREAKIN HOLE FOR YOU TO FIX!
I’m fast losing patience with my fellow human beings…
April 28th, 2006 at 8:19 am
Maybe he can be a guest contributor on your blog - sounds like a real genius!