We ran to Costco for ice cream after we ate dinner out tonight. When The Talker and I were approaching the cash register with our extremely important gallon of frozen vanilla, an old woman just about elbowed me outta the way to get to the register first.
Her hurry? Getting checked out with her dozen or more bottles of wine and two boxes of rubber gloves. All I really want to know is, what the heck kind of kink is that old woman into?
On second thought, I don't really care to know. I'll just eat my ice cream and forget the whole ordeal.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
If you can't laugh at yourself, laugh at the homeless guy
I usually reserve this site for stuff that just bugs the heck out of me. Yesterday I saw something that did not bother me, it entertained me for the time I was waiting at a red light. But the story just doesn't fit over on AtHomeDaddy.
The Princess and I were sitting at a red light. And a panhandler/homeless guy was standing on the corner. At first he had a stack of old real estate signs and the business logos were showing. Then he started flipping them over, one at a time.
Lear Jet needs new upholstery. Social standing in jeopardy!
Why live in a $200,000 house when you can live under a $20,000,000 bridge?
Let's be honest. I like beer. '62 Dom is nice, too. But I am not picky.
Road Rage? Yell at a homeless guy for $.50 OBO.
I have never rolled down the window for these guys. But I gotta tell you, if The Princess had not been in the car, I would have slipped this guy a buck or two. No chance though, with the girl in the car.
The Princess and I were sitting at a red light. And a panhandler/homeless guy was standing on the corner. At first he had a stack of old real estate signs and the business logos were showing. Then he started flipping them over, one at a time.
Lear Jet needs new upholstery. Social standing in jeopardy!
Why live in a $200,000 house when you can live under a $20,000,000 bridge?
Let's be honest. I like beer. '62 Dom is nice, too. But I am not picky.
Road Rage? Yell at a homeless guy for $.50 OBO.
I have never rolled down the window for these guys. But I gotta tell you, if The Princess had not been in the car, I would have slipped this guy a buck or two. No chance though, with the girl in the car.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
NOW maybe the parents will learn to say...
"Pick a different shirt today. OK, dude?"
Boy, 11, Takes Off Brett Favre Jersey After Wearing It Every Day Since 2003
Boy, 11, Takes Off Brett Favre Jersey After Wearing It Every Day Since 2003
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Man, I wish I had a camera...
I saw something today that makes me KNOW who I won't be using the next time we need a roof on our house. Of course, I doubt if any of these guys will live long enough to actually make it across town, so it is pretty much a no-brainer.
I was dropping the cousin off at her house. Her neighbors are getting a new roof. The house is one of those big ol' 2 story boxes. So the edge of the roof is what, 25 or 30 feet in the air or so?
These knuckleheads were using two extension ladders to get to the roof. So how do you use two extension ladders at the same time? Duct tape of course.
Yep, they were climbing up to the roof on two ladders DUCT TAPED together. Nice!
I hope the company has a good worker's comp program.
Edit: 4/8/08
OK, the crew was gone of course, but I drove past the house again today. AND I had a camera with me. So there you go...
I was dropping the cousin off at her house. Her neighbors are getting a new roof. The house is one of those big ol' 2 story boxes. So the edge of the roof is what, 25 or 30 feet in the air or so?
These knuckleheads were using two extension ladders to get to the roof. So how do you use two extension ladders at the same time? Duct tape of course.
Yep, they were climbing up to the roof on two ladders DUCT TAPED together. Nice!
I hope the company has a good worker's comp program.
Edit: 4/8/08
OK, the crew was gone of course, but I drove past the house again today. AND I had a camera with me. So there you go...
Thursday, March 06, 2008
A little redemption?
I took my car into the dealership for an oil change this morning. At 7:45, 15 minutes after they unlocked the doors. I was pretty sure that we would be in an out in a half hour or less, since there were no other cars in line, and it looked like only one service agent was on duty.
When the service dude told me that it would be a 2 hour wait, since there were so many cars ahead of me and I did not have an appointment, I thought he was just joking around. Heck, they had not even turned on the lights in the service offices yet.
Once I realized he was not joking around, we hightailed it. As soon as I got home I called for the first available appointment. 10:30 would be fine, but the wait WITH an appointment? 2 hours. No joke.
WTFitty F? I thought the appointments would make things quicker.
We pulled back into the dealership a few minutes before our appointment time. The girl and I were loaded up with snacks and toys. We looked like we were moving in for the winter.
25 minutes later, Service Guy came to get me. the work was finished and we were out of there.
I did not bother to ask why the told me it would be a 2 hour wait. We just grabbed the keys and hit the road. In the end, I think I'll try to deal exclusively with Service Guy. Everyone else up there seems to be getting paid by the hour.
The hour they make people wait.
When the service dude told me that it would be a 2 hour wait, since there were so many cars ahead of me and I did not have an appointment, I thought he was just joking around. Heck, they had not even turned on the lights in the service offices yet.
Once I realized he was not joking around, we hightailed it. As soon as I got home I called for the first available appointment. 10:30 would be fine, but the wait WITH an appointment? 2 hours. No joke.
WTFitty F? I thought the appointments would make things quicker.
We pulled back into the dealership a few minutes before our appointment time. The girl and I were loaded up with snacks and toys. We looked like we were moving in for the winter.
25 minutes later, Service Guy came to get me. the work was finished and we were out of there.
I did not bother to ask why the told me it would be a 2 hour wait. We just grabbed the keys and hit the road. In the end, I think I'll try to deal exclusively with Service Guy. Everyone else up there seems to be getting paid by the hour.
The hour they make people wait.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Let's hope he/she isn't a mommy/daddy
I think I have a new nemesis. The slightly androgynous, but mostly female, bagger at the new grocery store. Two days in a row she has asked about The Princess.
Yesterday went something like this:
"How old is he? 10?"
"Who? HER? She is 3!"
"Wow, she is big. What grade is he in?"
"That is OK. I'll carry the groceries out myself."
Today's trip did not start off any closer to reality, even though The Princess was wearing enough pink to camouflage herself at a Victoria's Secret. You just can't see the pink pants, pink socks or pink and white shoes in this pic...
The carryout person started off strong, but wrong. "So he is 3, huh?"
"Yep. SHE is 3."
"Oh he is a girl?"
"No, it is fine. I can carry out my own groceries."
After this exchange, I am assuming this person at the store is an expert in confusing gender roles. Thus the dangling earrings and hiking boots he/she wears.
Yesterday went something like this:
"How old is he? 10?"
"Who? HER? She is 3!"
"Wow, she is big. What grade is he in?"
"That is OK. I'll carry the groceries out myself."
Today's trip did not start off any closer to reality, even though The Princess was wearing enough pink to camouflage herself at a Victoria's Secret. You just can't see the pink pants, pink socks or pink and white shoes in this pic...
The carryout person started off strong, but wrong. "So he is 3, huh?""Yep. SHE is 3."
"Oh he is a girl?"
"No, it is fine. I can carry out my own groceries."
After this exchange, I am assuming this person at the store is an expert in confusing gender roles. Thus the dangling earrings and hiking boots he/she wears.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Strike two - Yer OUT!
So the dealership should have delivered my car this morning. But I was still waiting on a call from them at 9:15. So we took the loaner car back to the dealership.
I did tell the service manager that they could help make things right by hooking me up with a free oil change or a detail job. He offered up two oil changes.
I did tell the service manager that they could help make things right by hooking me up with a free oil change or a detail job. He offered up two oil changes.
See what happens...
I was all ready to abandon this blog. Then I took my car to the shop. No I will have fodder for this site for years.
The back story:
Wife comes in Wednesday and lets me know that the low coolant light is on in my new car. My Saturn Vue is 7 or 8 months old, but it only has 7300 miles on it. It has also had a problem with the ignition key and a couple of other minor things, so we ran up to the dealership, less than 2 miles away.
No problem there.
But all hell sorta broke loose when I went to pick the car up yesterday afternoon. The service writer called at 3 to say it was ready. The wife got in about 5 and we went straight to the dealership.
I wasn't very happy when I saw that some of the work the writer said had been done, was not noted on the service receipt. So I assume that work wasn't done. It wasn't a major deal, but don't lie about it.
Then it took them almost 30 minutes to deliver the car from the back lot. GRRRRRR.
When I hopped in to drive home, I made it less than halfway off of the dealership lot when the coolant light came on. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
The service manager dicked around with it in the driveway for a few minutes before he finally sent it back to a mechanic. 30 minutes later and they came to show me that they had accidentally sliced the wiring on the coolant sensor when they had installed a new coolant reservoir. So they were splicing the wires back together. And I would be out of there "in 10 minutes".
I told the service manager that I understood about the repair, but I wasn't happy. The car has 7300 miles on it. And now it has a patched wiring system. GRRRRR.
30 minutes later GRRRRRRRRRRRR! they offer me a loaner car. When I go to pick up the kid's car seats out of my car, they guy is rushing to finish the repair. I grab the car seats and pull up front again.
The service manager tells me he wants to test my car out in the morning and they will bring it to me to swap out cars. So I took the loaner car home. GRRRR.
The back story:
Wife comes in Wednesday and lets me know that the low coolant light is on in my new car. My Saturn Vue is 7 or 8 months old, but it only has 7300 miles on it. It has also had a problem with the ignition key and a couple of other minor things, so we ran up to the dealership, less than 2 miles away.
No problem there.
But all hell sorta broke loose when I went to pick the car up yesterday afternoon. The service writer called at 3 to say it was ready. The wife got in about 5 and we went straight to the dealership.
I wasn't very happy when I saw that some of the work the writer said had been done, was not noted on the service receipt. So I assume that work wasn't done. It wasn't a major deal, but don't lie about it.
Then it took them almost 30 minutes to deliver the car from the back lot. GRRRRRR.
When I hopped in to drive home, I made it less than halfway off of the dealership lot when the coolant light came on. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
The service manager dicked around with it in the driveway for a few minutes before he finally sent it back to a mechanic. 30 minutes later and they came to show me that they had accidentally sliced the wiring on the coolant sensor when they had installed a new coolant reservoir. So they were splicing the wires back together. And I would be out of there "in 10 minutes".
I told the service manager that I understood about the repair, but I wasn't happy. The car has 7300 miles on it. And now it has a patched wiring system. GRRRRR.
30 minutes later GRRRRRRRRRRRR! they offer me a loaner car. When I go to pick up the kid's car seats out of my car, they guy is rushing to finish the repair. I grab the car seats and pull up front again.
The service manager tells me he wants to test my car out in the morning and they will bring it to me to swap out cars. So I took the loaner car home. GRRRR.
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