Monday, May 4, 2009

The Stinky Stench of Retaliation...

You know that I have blogged about revenge (and the warnings from God's Word that we should resist the urge to take matters into our own hands when it comes to vengeance) but my two sisters were unable to resist the temptation to retaliate for the beach spider incident that I wrote about in the prior entry.

So, for those who'd like to hear the rest of the story, here goes...

After they realized that the spider story was a hoax, I knew they were plotting against me. I fully expected a fake spider in the bed or something like that. What I did not anticipate was what they actually came up with and this will require a little background information, so bear with me.

When she arrived ahead of us at the beach, Lisa went to a complex called Ocean Marsh II because that's what her friend who owned the condo we were borrowing said it was called. Lisa's friend (who apparently has numerous beach condos here, there and everywhere--including the Bahamas) couldn't recall the condo room number, she only knew that it was the one to the right when you get off the elevator on the second floor.

Poor Lisa couldn't get into any of the second floor condos at Ocean Marsh II, so she walked next door to Ocean Marsh I, went to the second floor, and voila, the key fit the condo to the right. We had shared quite a few chuckles over the fact that the owner didn't know which complex her condo was in--and that is where their retaliation plot was born.

Saturday night (after a full day of sun and evening of shopping) we rented "Slumdog Millionaire" and returned to the condo to watch it. As we were changing clothes into our pj's, Lisa said that she'd left the DVD in the car and needed to run back downstairs to get it. Kathie, not wanting her to go alone (supposedly) accompanied her.

Once we all settled on to the massive sectional sofa in front of the television (about 10 p.m.) and started the video, a woman burst into the condo with luggage in tow, stared at us in horror, then started shouting, "Who are you? What are you doing in MY condo? I'm calling the police!!!" To say this gal was hysterical is an understatement. It was like a Jerry Springer outburst--she could not be reasoned with or calmed down. She was yelling that it was her house and she needed us to leave immediately.

Poor Mama--she was sitting there eating her popcorn saying, "Calm down, honey, it was an honest mistake, we'll leave just calm down!"

Lisa and Kathie were both making similar comments, but this very upset woman was determined to dial 911 as she fought back her tears.

At that point, I grabbed my cell phone, stood up, and said, "Wait a second, I'll call 911 for you! You just need to chill out! We'll leave if we have to, but let's be reasonable here!"

When I started to dial 911, that's when Kathie and Lisa cracked up. They had conned this poor stranger into storming the condo and pitching that fit. It was the revenge of the spider-women. They got me, but what's worse, they got poor, innocent Mama. They should be ashamed.

In conclusion, if two middle-aged women you don't know ever approach you in a parking lot and ask you to help them as they plot against their sister--remember that the sister might end up calling the police on YOU--and just say no!

This will be my final blog about the beach trip and I will resume my Bible chronology tomorrow, so I will conclude with a photo of the matching tattoos we all got in honor of our very memorable vacation.


  1. Are those real?!?

    So glad you guys had a great trip! Sounds like fun was had by all! Can't believe they got a stranger to do that! How cool!

  2. Heather, they are real in the same way a curly perm is permanent. Does that make sense?? :) HA! We did have so much fun!!!