The beautiful mountains there are one of my favorite parts of Palm Springs. This picture doesn't show it that well but the mountains are very flat on the side and go straight up. They look like one huge rock.
When we went to dinner on Saturday night a couple had 8 of these puppies that they were trying to sell in a little grass area. They were adorable. 
The beautiful pool area. You can see the bar in the right of the picture and to the left of the pool area are two Jacuzzis. They weren't very warm but that's okay because I suppose you shouldn't be sitting in a hot spa when it's over 100 degrees out.
It was a great weekend with one minor glitch. Rodger and I were getting one last swim in before we left this morning and while we were sitting in the pool apparently a wasp had landed on the top of my bikini. All of a sudden I felt a huge burning pinch on a very sensitive part of my right breast. I grabbed at it and pulled something off and got pinched on my finger before I flung it off in the water. I am pretty sure it was a wasp but didn't get a good look before I went into panic mode. The pain was so bad and I started crying and within minutes we were back in the hotel room and I was sobbing. It hurt so bad and I was freaked out because I didn't really know what happened. After a panicked call to my mom we went to the hotel store to get a Benadryl. The lady there asked what happened and so I told her while trying not to cry. She tells me that I should report it to the hotel before I leave. We go back to the room where I do a quick Google search of "wasp bites" on my phone and decide that I will probably be one of the 90 to 100 people a year that die of a wasp bite. I have decided that when these sort of things happen I probably should not conduct Google searches.
Highlights of the conversation include but are not limited to-
Manager- "Creekmur, that's a good English name". He asks where I was a bit and I tell him my right breast, this is followed by him looking around and never making eye contact with me again. I really didn't know how else to describe it. His response to this is "I guess that's what you get for wearing a bikini." (I think/hope that he was kidding.) I then describe the incident and then he writes down his version which isn't exactly correct but whatever, I am embarrassed, crying again, and want to leave. After this he deduces that I was bit by a flying ant. Rodger says "No, couldn't be. Looked nothing like an ant." So he finishes his little gem of a paragraph and says "Is that all you wanted?". Uh, ok I didn't even want to tell you, they told me I had to. He then hands me his card (which says Restaurant Manager) and says "I will give you some candy if it makes you feel better." Then he says, "I am the manager on duty, which basically means I have to do all of the stuff no one else wants to".
He then gets up to make me a copy of the "Incident Report" and comes back to hand it to me. Now I have had some odd exchanges in my life and it takes a lot to embarrass me and make me feel awkward but the following sentence really did it for me. In very close proximity to my face he points to his chest and starts rubbing it and says in a low voice if it starts itching "just put some cream on it". In my head I am thinking I have a burning, pinching, throbbing pain running up the right side of my chest so if it just starts to itch I will feel pretty good about it. I said "thanks' and Rodger and I left. We decided reporting the bite was pretty worthless and also that this whole thing was probably Kharma for me since I commented to Rodger yesterday that the "Restaurant Manager" looked like Colonial Sanders. The pain is gone so apparently I will survive. I probably overreacted but it was pretty scary and painful.
Despite that incident, it really was a fun and relaxing weekend get away.
6 comments:
This handed me the largest laugh I have had all weekend... Thank you for that. But what is truly troubling to me is that, no one asked you if maybe you were overreacting just a wee bit to a wasp/flying ant sting... Instead they encouraged you to give a report to the man that is normally in charge of making sure that people wear hair nets.
Good times.
Well actually there were 2 to 3 people who said I was overreacting but you know me.
And maybe there is no such thing as overreacting. I mean one reacts to a situation how they react.
In my defense I was in a lot of pain.
in your defense you are a hypochondriac(spelling?).
So funny. I can totally imagine you having this conversation. Poor thing!
That is embarrassing/scary. I'm sorry.
The comments are making me laugh though. Good point about reacting; we all react in our own special ways. :) Glad you lived to blog about it.
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