Friday, August 24, 2007

My village Co-Op goes through counter clerks like mad.  They are working on their six or seventh in the past few months.  I’m having trouble remembering all their names.  Actually, it is so bad I no longer worry about them – except for one that has been there since before the manager. I am developing the grump manner of demanding my account and transacting business in very small, complete statements. 

In a perverse way it is kind of fun. The looks are certainly quizzical.

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Pulled up to the Post Office today.  Post Master waved as they went by on the way to the bank and lunch, they’d be gone for an hour and a half. I checked my mail and, not minding my own business, went over to the door to the main area and walked in.

It didn’t dawn on me that the place was deserted until I called out for help.  Thought for a minute that somewhat had happened to the Post Master. Then remembered seeing them go by.  Had to track them down and tell them the doors were unlocked.

In a way it was worth the effort tracking them down,  as they layered a strip of rubber backing out of the bank parking space and then a half donut of it,  hooked to a long line of rubber down toward the corner.

Impressive for a Ford 250 Pick-up Truck.

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Am some irritated at Poker Stars.  Took a minimum deposit up to forty-eight dollars and figured I was next best to the worst book ever written.  PS has taken away twenty dollars in one and two dollar increments since my prideful smirk.  Horse Apples comes close. Truly.

Full Tilt is a stranger.  Now I don’t play the Mookie I seldom go.  Except for Kats tourney on the Friday.  Which reminds me – I’d best get registered.

Ultimate Bet has been sending me bonus notices.  Every time they start doing that, I have a snow balls chance in hell.  I’ve become very disgusted with that action.  You just know that you’re going to lose.  Twelve notices this time.  Every two  notices (mostly different) I move down in limits and still lose.  When I reach below ten buck, I’ll wait thirty days and min- deposit.  About two weeks in I’ll start getting those notices and will ignore them; and THEN  –  yeah,  we’ll go through it all again.

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That other hobby seems to be wearing me out.  I have gotten to the point of understanding what my instructor meant by Tempo.  Even if I only execute once out of five attempts.

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From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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