Rss Feed
Tweeter button
Facebook button
Digg button

Posts Tagged ‘humor’

Yuri Gets Flamingo Fever


2010
07.25

yuri-overworked-accountant-clipartThis weekend, I go to Florida. I am very, very excited, because ever since I was boy, I want to see pink flamingo stand on one foot.

Moldova not have pink flamingo, especially pink flamingo that stand on one foot. It is not that I not love my pet rat, My pet rat is wonderful. But I want to see pink flamingo too.

So I go to Florida, only I am not lucky. Never lucky. I go to Puerto Rico, I see hurricane. I go to get award at work, I get stuck in lift. I come to Florida, I get dengue fever from mosquito.

Harvey say, "This not me!"

Harvey say, "This not me!"

So Harvey tell me when he read this that I have to tell you that he does not give dengue fever, that it is other type of mosquito that give dengue fever, that it is not fault of Harvey. I think it is very funny that I have dengue and my boss is mosquito. Ha ha. But Harvey not laughing. So I tell you, and I tell you the truth, that Harvey is not dengue mosquito. But don’t stand too close anyway, just in case.

I saw pink flamingo on one leg!

I saw pink flamingo on one leg!

But you no care about Harvey, yes? You want to hear about Florida and pink flamingo. At my hotel, there is pink flamingo, but I never meet pink flamingo. I see pink flamingo from my bedroom. He is in pool area. He stand on one foot! But I stay in bedroom the whole time I am in Florida, which is more than weekend, because I am so sick with Harvey fever, I cannot go home.

I move my eyes, they hurt. I move my legs, they hurt. I move my neck, it hurt.

But doctor come visit. She is pretty doctor. I not understand doctor well when she talk to me. I not understand her #A because my head hurt too much to hear well. #B, she have Florida accent. #C, she very pretty, so I prefer to look and not hear.

But I do hear when she say dengue is also called break dance fever. I think it is that. Yes, I am sure. It is good name, very good name. Because I am very broken.

You know what really funny thing is? Break dance fever is not popular in United States. It is new here. Very, very, very, very few people get it. Just me, and very few other people. So I am what you call “early adopted,” yes?

And I have rash. Itchy, red rash, so maybe I am lucky, yes? I not meet the pink flamingo, I become pink flamingo instead.

I try to stand on one foot, like pink flamingo down in the pool area, but I fall, or maybe it is break dance.

Dengue rash is really pink!

Cheese!

Finally the last day in Florida, I feel better. I have to go to airport, but before I go, I take camera. I want to take picture of pink flamingo. The only picture of pink flamingo I have so far is of me.

So I go to pool. Yes, you already know what happen, because you know me, and I am unlucky.

The pink flamingo is gone. Maybe he die from dengue break dance fever too?

So I ask at desk. “Where is pink flamingo?” I hold my camera up in air so clerk know why I want to see pink flamingo.

The clerk no say anything for second, then says, “Excuse me?”

Where is flamingo?

Where is flamingo?

“The pink flamingo,” I say, really slow and loud, because I have tiny accent and maybe clerk not understand. Then to make really clear which pink flamingo I mean, I try to stand on one leg.

Bad idea. I am still really weak from dengue “Harvey” fever, so I almost fall. “There is pink flamingo in the pool area, yes?”

The clerk shakes head. “Uh, no sir, there are no flamingos at this hotel, pink or otherwise.”

“Oh,” I say. Then I laugh, because maybe clerk think I am crazy. “Ha ha. Okay, I go home now.”

And I do, very fast, because the clerk, he look at me funny.

So I go to Florida. Maybe I am lucky. Okay, I don’t get tan, but I do get color.  And I do see flamingo, even though he is not there.  But maybe that is good enough.

I have to ask Harvey if he do break dance. But not in person. But I will telephone. Just in case.  I don’t want to get more dengue and see flamingo in Moldova.  In Florida, is okay.  In Moldova, is crazy.

Grouchy Retired Travel Writer Lady Disses Word Count


2010
02.26
Take that!

Take that!

I’ll say one thing I like about writing for Harvey’s crappy blog. I can write however much or little I want. Not only because Harvey doesn’t have a required word count, but because even if he did, and he didn’t like the article, all I’d have to do is get out my fly swatter. And Harvey, just because I misplace my reading glasses a lot, doesn’t mean I don’t know exactly where the fly swatter is at all times.

Back to the word count issue. It’s really nice not having to worry about it. My stupid editors, back when I was a professional ass travel writer, always complained that my articles were too long. Or too short. Actually, they normally only complained that they were too short. I pointed out to them that they were short because I was a good writer.  Like Hemingway. They pointed out that I was lazy. But I wasn’t. I wrote concisely. Didn’t use more words than necessary. I’m less concise than I used to be, but it doesn’t matter now, because if you don’t like it, Harvey, too bad. You get what you pay for, especially from a retired ass writer on a FIXED INCOME.

Ssssssip!

Ssssssip!

So I ask you, now that I can’t get fired, why all you travel editors get so up in arms about the stupid word count. Make the photo smaller…or bigger. Problem solved. Just let me get my story out so I can enjoy some margaritas on the beach, okay? You only live once, and not for very long, if you drink the Margaritas from the Ándale Hostel in Cancún.

(By the way, if you’re going to go to Mexico, don’t waste your  time in Cancún. This is what I told my editor. But he sent me there anyway. While I‘m on the subject, Mr. Bozo Editor, if you wanted a longer article, you should have sent me somewhere with more culture and fewer tourist traps. And better Margaritas.)

Splat!

Splat!

Speaking of word count, Harvey, I’ve noticed that sometimes, I’ve got more word count than you do on your crappy blog. Are you just trying to get me to do the work for you? I’m retired. I’m not supposed to work. So get your booty in gear and get some word count racked up on your stupid site. I warn you. I can see the fly swatter from where I’m sitting.