Albert

If there’s one thing consistent in my life for the past 3 years, I would say it’s Albert. No doubt it’s Albert, hands down it’s Albert. Albert, my Albert.

He’d seen me thru my best and worst times. He’d met my different personalities. He saw me during my most unattractive moments to my most glamorous days. He’d witnessed my laughing moments to my crying and trying times. I can be hard to deal with, eccentric in some aspects, have very low comprehension skills (read: slow) at some point, yet he is always there, with me, for me.

Despite all these, often I take him for granted. I had trouble being sensitive to his needs. A friend still has to let me know that he has problems, and a friend would still have to fill me in on what exactly his issues are (I’m that clueless). And while I’m “fixing” him, I nag about shelling out some dough for him.

Then last week, he just vanished! I was nursing a flu, didn’t have a lot of chance to be with him for 2 days, and before I knew it, he was gone. He just left a note, and that’s it! That’s when it hit me -- I so needed him. Now I realized he’s worth every penny.

So I was desperately calling friends and acquaintances, looking for ways to get in touch with him the fastest and easiest way possible. They were all supportive, but not exactly (know what I mean?). It was so hard winning him back. I have to go thru the “system” and talk to a lot of imbecile people. Took me three days to finally see him, caress him and be one with him – again.

Did I not mention Albert’s my car? He was towed last Friday, at 3:44 am, can you believe it??? How sneaky can they get? Sneaky and incompetent. One personnel told me that I can get it Sunday (confirmed it several times before hanging up). When I was at their office, he was trying to be thorough by religiously flipping thru their logbook and confirming that yes indeed, my car was there. And he nonchalantly told me I have to go back the following day as they were closed.

Patience is one of my virtues, but not at that moment. Hell yeah I threw a bitch fit! Threw some expletives here and there, asked where the heck did all my taxes go (I do not want my tax to be given to those morons!!!), smashed the door. Yeah, I made a scene and I made a spectacle of myself! And I don’t care ….

Sigh! All is well that ends well. At least I have my Albert back.