I had to laugh. Really I did.
I’ve been doing research for a project I have going – nothing important, well to anyone other than me. It’s time consuming when one starts from the sitting position. I’ll get there, but learning as you weed out the “No. No, not that one; what about this one’s,” can be a pain. I’ve used model types (body shapes), model numbers, price ranges and various other things as filters to arrive at the “That one!” stage. Hasn’t happened yet. I think it’ll end with “This general area, that one – it’s available without the three months wait.” That and a rather refined service offered by one provider.
But I laughed. at a break point. One of the blogs was telling of their wake-up activities. They ran into the Royal Wedding on every news channel they could find, finally settling for C-Span.
I’d not turned the TV on so the Royal Wedding Organ Music tip was appreciated. I believe I’ll stay with Pandora for a couple more hours. And a small bit of smile and laughter.
The lady at the check out counter, when the grocery till ran up beyond $400 slowed down and shook her head.
“Grocery’s have certainly gone up.” she remarked, and looked at me as if wondering if I realized the fact.
“I’m very glad,” I explained, “that I’m shopping for five others. I think I’ll stop those phone calls asking if they want something while I’m in town.”
The lady smiled and asked if the chocolate pie was “for someone,” and I said: “Well, no. I just thought, since I’m such a good boy, I’d reward myself.”
She laughed, and the till jingled and chuckled under her hand for a bit and she named a new price. Considerably under the original.
I asked, was she sure and she said yes, that’s the xxx discount.
“Oh! But . .” I trailed off to silence as her eye brow quirked up wards and I said nothing —
Except, “Thank you.”
It took another two hours after getting home to sort all the various orders and get them delivered. I’m afraid I managed to re-coupe full price for the items delivered.
There is one thing.
The pie was delicious. Even after cutting the thing and plopping myself in the chewed and mutilated middle management chair to eat it, and the dog (puppy he is, even yet) jumped up and I wore chocolate and meringue on my nose finishing it.
http://marenscott.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-work.html posted a new piece of original art today.
I rather liked it.
From the reaches,