Sunday found me running errands that I had been putting off. One such errand was to go to the laundromat to wash my bed comforters. Unfortunately, they are too large to fit into the washer and dryer I have at home. DRATS! I hate going to the laundromat, I really do.
Anyway, I pull into the parking lot and grab two of the three comforters from the back seat and the laundry detergent. I proceed into the laundromat and locate one of the very large washers and quickly deposit the comforters into said washer then walk over to the change machine to get quarters. As I turn to walk away from the change machine this rather scraggly looking kid walks up to me. He mumbled something incoherently and I asked him to repeat it. He repeated what he said but I still could not make out what he said except something about "change" and "help you". I naturally assumed he wanted to help me with my laundry for some spare change. I quickly but nicely told him no and moved on with my business thinking that was the end.
2 minutes later as I was adding detergent to the washer the same kid walked up to me and proceeded to tell me how at a loss for words he was and how beautiful I was and asked if he could take me to dinner one night soon. I was thinking....'Are you kidding me?' This kid looked to be about 22 years old (old enough to be my son mind you), hair hadn't been combed in days. Remember, I thought he was a kid essentially begging for change. Now he's asking me for a date.
I'm not a mean person so I very gently told him that I had a boyfriend but thanks for the offer, it was sweet. He then proceeded to say, "Well, can you take my number just in case things don't work out?"
OK, I kept my composure because I didn't want to hurt the little fella's feelings or break his spirit so I simply said, "Thanks so much but we are quite happy so I don't see that changing. You're very sweet though. Take care." And with that he was gone.
Poor thing, he actually thought he had a chance. I must give it to him, he had guts.
Yesterday after work I needed to go to the grocery store. Upon reaching the checkout line I noticed that the woman in front of me had a nasty cold. She was purchasing some facial tissues and couldn't even wait to get out of the store before she began using them. She opened the flap of the tissue box and started using tissue after tissue after tissue. She blew her nose numerous times.
As I reached the conveyor belt to place my items I noticed that next to her open box of tissues was a crumpled up used one. Okay GROSS! I immediately caught an attitude and you could see it all over my face. I came THIS CLOSE to asking her if she see's that nasty ass tissue but decourum prevailed and I kept my mouth shut.
And then I noticed something equally as disgusting. After she blew her nose she'd throw the used tissue into her basket. Eeeeeiiiiiiwwwww!!!!! The bottom of her cart was filled with nasty, crumpled, snotty tissues. Ok I was fuming because that is just nasty as hell.
After the cashier gave the woman her change and she turned to leave he then turned his attention to me and noticed how disgusted I was. He proceeded to sanitize his hands before he helped me. THAT I appreciated. I told him I hope she cleans all that crap out of her cart.
Well, I completed my transaction, grabbed my bags and cart and proceeded out of the door. I looked to the left and noticed the nasty heffer placing her bags in her car. I walked to my car and watched her to see if she would throw the tissues out. She instructed her young son to take the cart to one of those cart drop off stations.....AND HE DID NOT REMOVE THE NASTY ASS TISSUES!!!
Okay talk about being grossed out. How can someone be so nasty. DAMN!!!! EEEIIIIWWWWW!!!
Ok I am on a war path at the moment.
I live in a pretty quiet, safe neighborhood. I’ve lived here for close to 6 years now. I enjoy it here, for the most part. I’ve had no problems from neighbors, except the loud ass barking dogs or some jerk parking in front of my house but that’s it, pretty peachy living.
While living in my current home I have had the occasion to have many packages delivered via UPS, FedEx or USPS. They’d usually leave said packages on the front porch and go on about their business.
Well on one such occasion, I was expecting a delivery of a body scrub I found on eBay that Bath and Body Works used to sell but no longer do (bitches) as well as a 4 version comparison bible to replace the other one I told you all about. I’d come home everyday in search of my precious packages when I figured they should arrive. Nothing.
Several days later I hear a knock on my door. I walk over and ask who it is to find my neighbor whom I’ve never actually seen before. Upon opening the door I noticed he held in his hands the boxes that my items SHOULD have come in. At first glance I was ecstatic but of course that was short lived as one of the boxes was empty.
“Hi, I’m your neighbor Ken. I found these over on the hill. Apparently some boys have been going around taking peoples packages from their porches and opening them and taking what they want.”
Ok, I was in total disbelief. “Oh really?” was the only response I could conjure up.
“Yeah. I’ve caught them running from my porch before. They keep taking my packages and I get a delivery almost every day for my job.” He held out the empty box that used to hold my body scrub, “They seemed to have taken whatever was in here but they left this other item.” He then held out the torn open box that the bible was wrapped in. Figures those heathen ass punks wouldn’t want a bible.
I thanked him, grabbed the boxes then shut the door. I suddenly became incensed. How dare these punks come onto my porch and take something that belongs to ME. Something I paid my hard earned money for. How dare they? The more I thought about this the angrier I got.
This kind of thing never happened before, UGH! So now I can’t even have things delivered to my own damn house.
I found this fantastic cell phone that I wanted on eBay that I ordered and you better believe I had that sucker delivered to my job this time because if those bastards had stolen my $250 phone, I swear I would have gone on a murderous rampage of the whole entire neighborhood until I felt better. That could easily have taken at least a year..... or more. Who's to say.
I'm not sure if any of you have heard of a unique exhibit called The Body World's exhibit or not but it's on tour here in Baltimore, MD at the Science Center and let me tell you, this is the most fascinating exhibit I have ever seen in my life.
Ok, so I was asked my opinion on a matter and for once, I have no idea how to answer so I thought I would bring this to my blog family and get your feedback. So here it is. Brad and Buffy have been dating for 18 months. Brad has met Buffy's parents and siblings and friends. Buffy has met Brad's parents, 2 of his 3 children plus an aunt and uncle even though she hasn't been around them in about 9 months. I mention all that to say they've been around each other's family and friends. Well, it is graduation season and Brad's eldest daughter is graduating college next month. There is a party being planned in her honor. Obviously all of Brad's family will be in attendance including his ex-wife (his daughter's mother). Buffy has never met Brad's daughter or her mother (Brad's ex-wife) as yet but they are fully aware he is dating Buffy. Buffy is torn about whether she should attend the graduation and party or just let Brad, his family and ex-wife enjoy the day without her. Is it appropriate for her to attend or not? How would you feel if you were dating someone for a year and a half and was faced with this dilemma? If she did not attend would that deem their relationship irrelevant and unimportant? Now she is pondering all this with the assumption that brad is even going to invite her to the festivities. What if he never even invites her? Should she be upset about that? As you can see, I have no idea what to tell her at this point. HELP!
It was the mid/late seventies and I was just a little girl. The Maryland State Lottery during those days had several different lottery games that you could play. They even had monthly subscriptions which I don't think they have today.
Well, one of the games you could play was called The Numbers Game. It's exactly like the Pick 3 and Pick 4 game of today.
Anyway, on one beautiful Saturday afternoon, my mother and I were at the grocery store picking up groceries for the house. As we checked out I noticed on my right hand side there was a customer service counter where you could process returns, send Western Unions, purchase money orders and you guessed it....purchase lottery tickets.
I begged my mother to give me $1.00 so that I could play The Numbers Game. "Come on mom. Can I pleeeeeeaaaase have a dollar for a ticket?"
Persuaded by my very advanced skills of persuasion she agreed,"Alright...alright. Let's go get you a darn ticket because I don't think you are going to ever shut up about it are you?"
Me, "Nope."
So she and I saunter up to the counter and I tell the lady behind the partition that I wanted 298 and I wanted 50cent boxed and 50 straight. What!? I heard the other people in front of me say that so I thought I would try sounding like I knew what the hell I was talking about and imitate what they said. lol
So the lady punches on her keyboard and a ticket spits out and she hands it to me and I hand her the dollar in exchange.
Well later that night while at home with my siblings and parents, the lottery results flashed on the screen. I had completely forgot I had purchased a ticket earlier that day. As the ticker tape scrolled across the bottom of the screen my eyes widened. No it couldn't be. I sat there and watched as the numbers scrolled across the screen once more.
"MOM!!!" I screamed, "My number came out!"
She came over to the TV and watched the numbers scroll across again and simply said, "It sure did."
I ran over to my father at the dining room table where he was seated and said, "Daddy, my number hit!! And it came out exactly the way I had it!!"
My father looked at me then looked at my mother who then said, "She sure did."
My father said, "Well alright sweet pea. That's great. Where is the ticket?"
My mother reached in her purse and pulled it out and handed it to my father. At that point I was just dancing around the house singing my little "I won the lottery" song.
After a few moments of my singing my father said, "Sweet pea come here for a minute."
I ran into the dining room and stood in front of my father all excited, beaming with pride. He said, " Hey sweetie, you did win. Your winnings are about $40.00. Why don't I give you the $40 and I take the ticket and cash it in for you?'"
Well I was in heaven!!! I had all that money and I was about to get it right then and there. WHOO HOOO!! Hell yeah I'm going to take that deal. So after I agreed and my father handed me my money I went screaming around the house, "I'm rich!!"
The next day my mother took me shopping. Even then I was a clothes horse. I bought about 2 complete outfits PLUS a pair of shoes. I was ecstatic!
It wasn't until several years later that I put 2 and 2 together and realized...Hmmmmm, that ticket was worth a hell of a lot more then $40.00.
Damn him!!! lol
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