Some people love goats. In searching for a picture of a goat online, I found a couple of sites devoted to goats. There was this one about this dude who has gone around the world looking for goats so he can photograph them. Then there are also the people who love goats because they need goat's milk for nourishment, and of course there are those who love goats because they love to eat them. Apparently, if you let them grow wild and feed them oregano they'll be quite tasty when you eat them. I wouldn't know though. I don't eat any of that.
Anyway, last Friday it was brought to my attention that due to the fact that the Congressional elections are on Tueday (tomorrow), this weekend would be a long weekend. As you know, my mom is running for Congress and for the past week I had been more than a little distressed because I didnt' think I'd be able to go see her before the elections. You know, to give her moral support and all. But there is a long weekend so I went.
My mom's province, Monte Cristi, is about 4 hours away from Santo Domingo. It's not like it's really that far but getting there is a real pain in the ass after a certain point. Saturday morning though I packed my weekend bag, got in my car (or more like my mom's car because mine has been held hostage for campaigning purposes), and left.
On the most part, it was a good trip. I had my music, I talked on the phone plenty, and I didn't even have to stop to go to the bathroom for once! But then, as I was about 25 minutes away from my destination, when I was already sporting the headache from hell, when I really didn't care what it was that Nat was saying to me (sorry Nat...i told you my head hurt!), BAM!
I almost ran over the fucking goat.
These damn goats love to run back and forth across the highway. After a certain point one needs to be really careful because they will come out of nowhere and then sometimes stop in the middle of the road and I was being careful. As a matter of fact, what I am assuming were mama and papa goat crossed the road just fine. It was baby goat who was the problem.
Okay, so I was going faster than I should have been. But I stopped like 2 feet away from the animal. It's a good thing I was driving a stable car with good brakes. But I hate goats. Really.
Then, when I finally get to Monte Cristi and I am telling them all about my adventure with the goat, you know what they all said?!?!?!?
"That could have been dinner!" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!