Well, we moved again. From the middle
of July up until a couple of weekends ago, we've been constantly busy
either getting the house ready to sell or slowly moving into the new
one. So with life getting back to normal it's time to get back to
the blog. But first, just a few random observations of rude and/or
weird people:
If you're going to tell a lie, make
sure your lie is plausible. Case in point: we were trying to order
carpet for the new house and have it installed before we moved all of
our furniture in. Carpet guy took measurements and said he'd send us
a quote the next day. Three days later, we still hadn't heard from
him. St. Pauli Girl finally called him.
"Oh I tried to call your husband,"
said the carpet guy. "There was no answer and his voice mailbox
was full."
Hmmm, well, let's assume for a moment
that I don't delete voicemails after I listen to them. The problem
is I get maybe three phone calls a year. If I let them all roll to
voicemail, it would take at least ten years to fill up the mailbox.
And that's assuming a lot of evangelicals are calling me to leave
voicemail sermons about saving my soul. Luckily, we found a
different carpet installer who did 90% of the job and then just
disappeared. But that's another story.
A few weeks ago, we were leaving the
grocery store. I saw a woman empty her cart full of bags into the
trunk of her car. Then she simply pushed the cart behind the car
next to hers, and drove away.
I almost always return my shopping cart
to a corral in the parking lot unless it's raining/snowing or it's
ridiculously inconvenient. But if not, I would always make sure I
don't block a parking spot and try to anchor it somehow so it doesn't
roll away. I'm trying to think of what circumstances would cause me
to just park it behind another car.
Last week, St. Pauli Girl and I were
out of town and stopped in the hotel bar for a nightcap. As we
entered, the waiter said, "And what brings you here?"
"Brandy," St. Pauli Girl said
getting right to the point.
"Oh, and you're staying here?"
"Do you have brandy?" St.
Pauli Girl asked. "Do you have E&J Brandy?"
"Um, let me check." The
waiter stepped away.
"I think you two are on a
different tangent," I said. "I think he meant what brings
us into town?"
The waiter came back to our table.
"Yes, we do have that brandy," he said as he started
writing in his pad. "And sir, what would you like?"
"I'll have a brandy as well."
"Great. Spicy or non-spicy?"
For those few readers of this blog who
are unfamiliar with alcohol, as far as I know, brandy does not come
spicy. It's generally just served straight up from the bottle
(unless you ask for something with it). But the young kids these
days, who knows?
"Non," I answered with a
straight face.
The waiter disappeared for several
minutes in fact, much longer than it should take to pour a couple of
brandies in a practically empty bar. Finally, the bartender came
over to our table.
"Did you want your Bloody Mary
spicy or non-spicy?" she asked St. Pauli Girl.
We finally got the drinks straightened
out and relaxed for awhile. When we finished, the waiter came back.
"Would you like anything else?"
"No, I think we're all set,"
I said.
The waiter started laughing,
practically cackling.
"We're ready for the check,"
I said to make myself clear.
"Yeah," he said and kept
laughing as he walked away.
"Was that funny? Are we that
drunk?" I asked St. Pauli Girl.
"No, but maybe he is."
