Yesterday wasn't my favorite day ever...and I fell asleep with some tears on my cheeks...but I woke up determined to shake it off. I have a dang crazy day and I don't have time to feel sad...that's what I told myself.
When I got to work a semi was waiting to be unloaded. I grabbed the paperwork and went out to count the plant material to make sure it had all arrived. The truck driver was from Russia...and he smoked a lot. Smoke or don't smoke...it doesn't bother me...unless you happen to be blowing that smoke in my direction...then it bothers me.
And if you're blowing that smoke in my direction AND blatantly staring at me...I'm probably not going to like it. Especially when I fell asleep with some tears on my cheeks.
I was patient for about 10 minutes. But when that truck driver walked to the end of his truck, squatted down with his cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and stared at me with his creepy eyes, I had reached the end of my rope.
I put as much ice in my voice as I could when I asked, "Do you speak English?"
And he leered and nodded yes and then said, "So so."
"STOP staring at me. You're a creep and you're making me mad. Believe me, I'm NOT interested."
And then he slowly looked me up and down, grinned his creepy little grin, and blew his smoke in my face.
I turned and Mario, one of my employees, said "Que paso?" He could tell I was annoyed...he can always tell when I'm bugged about something. I mentioned that I was going to slug a certain truck driver if he didn't stop staring and Mario instantly turned his head to the side. "I'm never going to look at you again either." I did hit him...in the arm...and told him if he wanted to fix the problem he could hit the truck driver.
He didn't. Too bad, I might have given him a bonus for defending my honor or something.
The truck driver didn't stop staring...and no one hit him like I was hoping...and when he drove away I sighed a sigh of relief and thought, "maybe now it will be a better day."
The jury is still out...