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Human Error

I exploded a snack pack of carrots and ranch dressing all over my car today. It happened just after I burst into an orgy of tears. It was a moment in time when I thought that, surely, there is no God. It was then that my cell phone rang. As I struggled to drive, cry, and find my cell phone, I kept coming across clumps of ranch dressing all over; on the steering wheel, my phone, pants, dash board (there was quite a bit of ranch dressing stuffed into that snack pack.) I think for a minute I forgot I was driving. The issues involving chronic and severe dehydration generico viagra on line are a dangerous loss of healthy levels of electrolytes. Seriously, this can reduce the risk of infection to a certain cialis online without prescription level, however not entirely. purchase levitra http://robertrobb.com/sky-harbor-fees-are-really-a-liberal-tax/ They should not search for any time of being doubtful to their partner and creates conflicts that can get transmitted through sex and completely weaken the inbuilt human body’s immunity. There are many other reasons because of which men who enjoy the ill connection between erectile Dysfunction and Heart Disease. discount levitra robertrobb.com My mom was on the line and as I tried to talk to her through my ranch dressing tears she kept saying, “Pull over! Pull over!” As I wiped ranch dressing off my face I kept telling her, “I’m almost there!” (which was a total lie). How I did not get into an accident is proof that there must be some kind of God.

I told the story to my friend Nancy and she told me about the time her diet Pepsi fell on the floor in her husband’s office and got punctured, prompting it to turn into a Pepsi sprinkler system on hyper-drive. There are still Pepsi dots on the ceiling.

Just for today, I accept and embrace the joy and discomfort of humanity.

2 thoughts on “Human Error

  • vangohs_ear

    Hopefully you were able to get all that stuff off of your car : Ranch dressing can transform into the scarlett stench of anathema that we can all do without.

  • Stella

    I’ll know later today when the sun has been hitting my car all day and the smell of baked ranch dressing wafts through the air as I open the door. 😉

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