Quitter

So today I had to break one of my rules. The rule that I broke was: No doing work at home. I have been attempting to only work from 7 to 3, Monday to Friday. That is what I get paid for so that is when I work. Well a huge stack of papers had accumulated on my desk by Friday and I was forced to bring them home to grade. So between reading for Fuller in two blocks I did a 3-hour block of grading.

After this full day of school and work, Diana and I then went to meet up with our friend Jenna at her place in downtown Tegucigalpa. We decided to grab a taxi and head downtown. We passed up the first two taxis and then got a price we liked on our third try. Our ride began like any other ride. We hopped in and began to enjoy the exhaust fumes that somehow find their way into the back of every taxi here. This taxi was in decent shape, meaning I wasn’t concerned that the wheels would be falling off at any moment. (We had one of those last night!) So everything is proceeding as expected until we hit downtown. We get into downtown and there is quite a bit of traffic, but what can you do it is traffic. Well, apparently our taxi driver is not used to the traffic, despite his experiences as a taxi driver, go figure? But it is Honduras. So being overwhelmed by the situation he throws up his hands and declares that he can take us no further. He cannot get us where he told us he would take us. You would think that he would pull over to let us out right? Of course not! He simply stops in the middle of the street and says we can find another taxi. Diana tells him that we aren’t going to pay him our agreed upon price. He proceeds to bitch about how he did do the job for us. All I can say is homeboy was lucky I don’t speak Spanish, because he got away with a steal by getting two-thirds of the original price for a job he didn’t do. So we square up the cash and Diana and I leave the taxi. Luckily, we were only a 15-minute walk away from Jenna’s apartment. Yet, not so luckily, it was 15 minutes straight up hill. This resulted in the most profuse sweating of the trip to date, as well as a livid, cursing Ben. But, alas we made it to Jenna’s where we were treated to a gourmet meal, BJ’s style, of Buffalo Chicken Pizza and Pizookie.

All’s well that ends well right? Nope, this is Honduras. As we were walking back from visiting Jenna’s work, someone graciously speeds through a puddle resulting in the picture you see below: