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What a strange day. I went to a megastore to buy a sun hat. I'd found the perfect one in Macy's last week; been searching years for this kind...plunked down the credit card as I couldn't afford it...and someone who was carrying it for me unavoidably lost it. That was weird enough, you would think, but Murphy of the famous law wasn't done with me! In the parking lot when I got out of the store, I had the familiar lupus-brain experience (I'm in a disease flare, post-viral thanks to the Death Flu, and my short-term memory is affected) of having to wander around since I did not remember where my car was parked. I couldn't get the new sun hat on (good old indestructible plastic tag holders) so I was getting more and more lupus as I walked. It seems I somehow crossed the path of a psycho woman with disheveled hair and only a few teeth who called out to me and said she would try to kill me with her old truck. What a merry chase we had. My arthritic knees are trying to out-do Mike Tyson's victims in a pain contest. It hurts to breathe deeply now (pleuritis) and if I could just give that psycho my migraine I fear I would do so.
Then I went to the post office to mail some salad dressing. After waiting in a long line I was unfortunate enough to get psycho old man clerk from hell. He asked if I had followed procedure for liquids (inside a plastic bag, surrounded with padding material, and finished off with an absorbent barrier of newspapers which I am allergic to and had to handle anyway). Yes, I had gone to the trouble and expense. But then he wanted to know--what was the flash point of the liquid I was sending? Naturally I had no f-ing idea. He wanted to SEE the product. I said ok I would unpack it in my car and bring it back in. Psycho said no. If I left I might try to send it without him knowing it and thus possibly be violating federal law. At this point I told him I had lupus, I left my cane in the car and could hardly stand, I can't afford to pay for new packing material and wanted to preserve it, I felt badly about holding up the other customers in line, and please give me back my package. The others in line perked up and nodded. He didn't want to give in and told me that the waiting people didn't matter! But finally I wore him down. I always keep my word so I unpacked the damn stuff and limped, with cane, back into the post office. He examined the offending liquid and was puzzled. Finally he asked a coworker who told him it was (of course) ok to send. Now I have to repack and go back tomorrow. If I am still able to walk. Sheesh!
My cell phone charger has also been lost and I can't afford to buy a new one. So I sit in my car when ppl call me since I have the car charger. Dburr knows where there is a spare in the house so that will be ok , but a known problem of this phone is the short battery life. I wish I were not so in debt or I would buy another battery asap. Hate to miss calls cos of dead battery but maybe it foreshadows peak oil or something and I should put it in a novel!
I'm resting tonight. God knows what would be waiting for me out there if I left the house again ;) Are my stars crossed or something?
Then I went to the post office to mail some salad dressing. After waiting in a long line I was unfortunate enough to get psycho old man clerk from hell. He asked if I had followed procedure for liquids (inside a plastic bag, surrounded with padding material, and finished off with an absorbent barrier of newspapers which I am allergic to and had to handle anyway). Yes, I had gone to the trouble and expense. But then he wanted to know--what was the flash point of the liquid I was sending? Naturally I had no f-ing idea. He wanted to SEE the product. I said ok I would unpack it in my car and bring it back in. Psycho said no. If I left I might try to send it without him knowing it and thus possibly be violating federal law. At this point I told him I had lupus, I left my cane in the car and could hardly stand, I can't afford to pay for new packing material and wanted to preserve it, I felt badly about holding up the other customers in line, and please give me back my package. The others in line perked up and nodded. He didn't want to give in and told me that the waiting people didn't matter! But finally I wore him down. I always keep my word so I unpacked the damn stuff and limped, with cane, back into the post office. He examined the offending liquid and was puzzled. Finally he asked a coworker who told him it was (of course) ok to send. Now I have to repack and go back tomorrow. If I am still able to walk. Sheesh!
My cell phone charger has also been lost and I can't afford to buy a new one. So I sit in my car when ppl call me since I have the car charger. Dburr knows where there is a spare in the house so that will be ok , but a known problem of this phone is the short battery life. I wish I were not so in debt or I would buy another battery asap. Hate to miss calls cos of dead battery but maybe it foreshadows peak oil or something and I should put it in a novel!
I'm resting tonight. God knows what would be waiting for me out there if I left the house again ;) Are my stars crossed or something?