Apparently today was Old People Stand Defiantly in Jon’s Way and Stare Blankly at Him as He Tries To Maneuver Around Them Day at the grocery store. Why is it that old people are the first to complain about people being impolite, but are the last ones who even consider being polite themselves?
It’s really not that much to ask for you to move your damn cart out of the way, is it? God knows you’d be calling me a whippersnapper if I didn’t move mine out of yours.
*Sigh*
Going grocery shopping was the major event for the day, though after I got home and ate lunch I had to walk down to the mailbox to send out a birthday card for my nephew Todd, so that was one more trip than would be typical that I made out into the world.
Tomorrow I drive in to work for a little training session, and Wednesday I have a dentist appointment.
Cut Girl With Big Boobs Who Can’t Say Massachusetts (CGWBBWCSM) called this morning to confirm my appointment, though she mistakenly said that it was on Friday. When I said, “Friday? Uhh…” she said, “I meant Wednesday,” which made more sense to me.
This time around when she called she actually identified herself – she usually doesn’t when she calls or when she answers the phone – so I thought that I might be able to refer to her as something other than CGWBBWCSM, but there was static on the line when she said her name, so I didn’t quite catch it. It sounded like it might have been “Tabitha,” to which my (internal) response would have been, “Really? Tabitha? Okay.”
Maybe I’ll just start referring to her as Tabitha anyway. It would make things simpler.
I also still need to bring my car in for attempt number three at getting an emissions inspection.
And of course somewhere along the line I need to get my taxes done. I’m not going to do them myself this year because it’s my first time as a homeowner, and I have that $10,000 prize money to claim. Really not looking forward to my taxes this year; besides the prize money, I actually earned almost $10,000 more than I had last year.
Speaking of money…
My Ill-Gotten Gains Department:
As I’m sure you know, unless you live in a cave, Anna Nicole Smith died last week.
I have nothing to say about her life, or her death, other than it’s a shame that her little girl will have to grow up not knowing her mother. Regardless of what you or I might think about the kind of mother she would have been, the fact is that her daughter is going to grow up only knowing what people tell her about her mother, and most of what she’ll see…well, it’s a shame.
In any case, as apparently nothing else of note happened anywhere in the world, on Friday CNN had non-stop coverage of the “developing story.”
As various reporters and pundits sat around rampantly speculating as they waited for any real information, which was apparently on its way that afternoon, some of the people at work decided to start up a pool betting on the cause of death.
Someone made a list of choices and went around asking people to throw in money. When they got to me, I had no intention of actually participating, but couldn’t get a word in edgewise as the options (Heroin, Meth, Coke, Trimspa. Natural causes weren’t even considered a possibility, apparently.) were read to me. I started to explain that I wasn’t interested in participating, and was citing the fact that I thought that this early in the investigation that the cause of death, much as it had been for her son’s death, would be undetermined initially.
All they focused on was me saying “undetermined” and decided to add that to the list, then badgered me to put some money in. So I put in a dollar, and gave it little more thought, until it was announced that, as I’d predicted, the cause had not been determined yet.
So I won.
The grand total was $10.
Obviously the whole thing was in poor taste, and I’m not proud of the fact that I participated, even inadvertently, but I’m also not going to turn down some extra cash.
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