Me cago en la mierda

You ever have one of those mornings where absolutely nothing goes right? Cant find your keys… car wont start… traffic accident on your way to work… left your wallet at home… all of the above?

Welcome to my Thursday.

21 thoughts on “Me cago en la mierda”

  1. and Val:

    Can’t find your keys: at least you have a car…imaginate waiting for the guagua que nunca llega in Cuba…or walking 3 miles to get to work.

    Car won’t start: same as above.

    Traffic accident: you could be the one in the accident…imagine how they feel..or was it you??

    Left wallet at home: I do that on purpose sometimes to keep me from spending money – 🙂

  2. Sounds like my week last week is startin’ for you too.

    Don’t fret, here’s a better one: Last night — eating a red bean potaje my wife had made — I broke the molar with the temp filling that had the root canal last Tuesday.

    Have a nice day! 🙂

  3. Val,
    I advised you last week to get a despojo from a sympathetic santero… or was that advice for George Moneo?
    No matter. On the basis of the previous Moneo post on this thread, it sure seems like *the two of you* are definitely in dire need of some “extra” help, regardless of the source.
    So on your lunch break today, perhaps you and Moneo can meet at the nearest botanica and find what you need.
    Buena suerte, hermanos!
    And Val, I put a small package in the mail for you yesterday, one that I hope will help cheer you up a bit.

  4. Val,
    Like I tell my kids … “shake it off” … take control, shift your momentum and make the rest of this Thursday a great day!! I wish you well! 🙂 Melek

  5. Thanks guys! I fear my bad mood goes way beyond the shit mentioned above. Im tired, not feeling well and am absolutely sick of hearing about the fucking wet foot/dry foot, the evil lying GW Bush and all the other fucking bad news coming out of Cuba and here in the States. I sincerely hope nobody crosses me today, as they will surely be the recipient of much much wrath. Im tired. Im stressed and Im pissed.

  6. I had somewhat of a similar morning….car on fire on the TPX shuts down lane at Griffin Road and backs up the TPX to Golden Glades. Once I get off TPX, I get caught behing the friggin FEC train going back and forth loading and unloading cars….(why they wait until rush hour to do this, dunno?) …. then after the train passes, I get caught on the drawbridge at 3rd avenue . . . at least a bird didn’t shit on me…but dang, a 90 minute commute is not my bag….

  7. Mike,
    90 minute commute is normal for me…Kendall to Downtown.
    I heard about that accident, seems like there’s been one every day this week over your way. =(

  8. It’s not a curse, it’s south florida drivers….my commute from Miami Lakes to Fort Lauderdale is usually 30 minutes. Believe it or not, I actually saw 2 cars on fire today. One on the west bound 826 and one NB TPX. Can’t be as bad as what happened to Jake Blues:
    “I ran out of gas. I, I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts. IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD.” 😉

  9. I’ve had days like this. I recommend you stay away from as many people as you can to avoid the situation of “hope nobody crosses me today, as they will surely be the recipient of much much wrath”. Take it in stride, we all have them. Just think, you are here in the US, you are alive and you have a family.

  10. Just don’t have a day like my January 11, 2006 amigo Val. Rude awakenings on I95 can be very un-nerving. Repeating advice previously given – somewhere – can’t remember where – due to CRS Syndrome: “Don’t sleep and drive, and if the urge to slumber hits you, find you some cafe cubano and have a double shot!”

    Y me c..o en la I95!

  11. I already had my day from hell, which was capped off by a blow out in rush hour traffic so I’m immune. I hope. Has anyone heard a good joke lately?

  12. Here’s another, but it’ll have to be in Spanish, does not translate well at all. It is very viejo, almost as viejo as I am. One thing – INRA is Instituto Nacional Reforma Agraria. The kagaSStro agency in charge of land confiscations back in ’59…

    Sube un cubano con catarro a un autobus habanero. Se sienta al lado de un chino, y tose varias veces. Cada vez que tose, el chino dice “INRA!” Tose de nuevo el habanero, y el chino sigue con “INRA!” Al fin el acatarrado, molesto, se vira y le dice al chino: “Chino, por que cada vez que toso me sales con el “Inra! Inra!” de mierda?” Y el chino le contesta, de lo mas tranquilo: “Polque INRA quita t?!”

  13. Val, just look at the all great comments (one way or the other) you are getting as a result of your bad day …… so, look up and chill: if your blood pressure rises and you get sick, it will bad for everyone. Trek down to Key Largo this weekend and just stare at the wonderful blue that God made. I’m convinced that in our lifetime we’ll be able to bask in it from our Malecon or Varadero.

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