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Wait like the rest of us.

There are two things that irk me to no end. I know they are my stupid issue, but oh my goodness. The first of these are people who do not take their Traffic Right-Of-Way! Like when you pull up to a stop sign and the other person is clearly the next to go, and they sit there, no matter how much you wave them on. I’m not an aggressive driver. The term ‘drives like a grandma’ could be applied to me at times. If I’m in a rush, I’ll drive like it, though not to the extent of running people off the road, or cutting them off. Turning right, stop signs, or driving in a straight line, I just can’t stand it when people do not begin to drive when they are supposed to. Just Goooooooo. I wish it didn’t bother me, but it does.

The second type of people who bug me are Line Jumpers. Ooooo, I hate these people. Case in point: One of the perks of being a manager in retail is certain times when you actual get to/like to piss someone off. I hopped on a register at work last week, because the cashier had a line of 5 people. (I work in a small store. We only have 6 registers in the whole place.) I said, “I can take the next person in line.” accentuating the next, because I always do that. This girl at the back of the line hops over, says, “I need Newports in a box.”

No shit, I replied, “That’s nice and I’m still going to take the next person.”

She was soooo mad. She got back in line, and hopped in front of the woman before her. For some reason that lady let her go ahead. I rang up one guy, and then said I could take the elderly woman who was Actually the second person in line. Cigarette girl hops back over, saying the elderly woman is with the people checking out, and tells me what she wants. I say okay, ask if she has her ID, just because, and she says Yes in the nastiest tone. The best part is the elderly woman has now taken notice, and as she is not with the people checking out, comes over to me. I abandon my travels to the cigarettes and check out this nice lady, explained why I didn’t have what she wanted, and told her I would order what she needed.

Cigarette girl finally got her smokes from the other cashier, leaving in a foul mood.

I really do hate line jumpers. We all to wait in line. I DO NOT care if all you are running in for is a pack of smokes. Great. If you are in such a hurry, go to a darn gas station, not a store. And as for those people who use the “I’m in a hurry excuse” there is no sympathy from any retail worker for you. Telling me that you have to be at your daughter’s school to pick her up in ten minutes and don’t have time for the photo kiosk to load the 972 pictures you have saved on your memory card will never be my problem. My only thought is why the heck would you run errands when you don’t have the time to spare for them???

No one likes to wait in a line. I mean, really, does anyone in the whole universe like waiting in a line?? NO! If there are other planets somewhere with life on them, they are waiting in line too, at the alien equivalent of some retail store. Like red lights, we all have to endure. Have a little patience and know that the people waiting on you want you to leave as quickly as possible.


I used my Sims 2 people to illustrate this point. Really, it was an excuse to play my Sims 2 game, but hey, people give all kinds of excuses.




Tim’s Tales

Tim: (Gets in the car with his new HD Aviators) How do these look?

Me: (Doubles over steering wheel, laughing.) You look like a retired mobster living in Florida. But, you know, the kind with health problems so they can’t really do anything anymore.


Doing the dishes after breakfast:

Me: Oh, I see, you’re just going to wash the dishes we used this morning.

Tim: Yeah. I’m not washing that other sh*t.

Me: You are …

Tim: I know. I’m amazing.

Me: That’s not the word I was going to use.



 Me: How much spaghetti are you getting?

Tim: I’m not. I got spaghetti, thin spaghetti, vermicelli and fettuccine.

Me: We’re good. We’re done here.


My life with Tim is never dull. 🙂

We’re Done Avenging or The Return of The Equinox or I Can’t Stop Editing.

Fun fact: I was without my Equinox for a little over a month. I can’t complain too much, as the rental was paid by the at-fault-driver’s insurance, as were the repairs, which, it turns out, was a little more than first estimated. Also, that Avenger got *just* over 300 miles per tank of gas. In-freakin-sane. When I picked up my baby this week, the super nice man at the auto shop said they got everything all fixed and noticed it wasn’t driving right, looked some more, and discovered that the right-side wheel bearing in the back was bad. So, he called the insurance adjuster, (who failed to call me) and the guy finally gets back out there, approves the repair, and viola! I now have two new wheel bearings. I’m definitely not complaining there.

The very first thing I think when I climb into my vehicle is ‘Cavernous-ous-ous-ous’. I felt like I was driving a tank after being in a car for 38 days.  My second thought was happiness at having a half-full gas tank, since I just spent money to return the rental with 3/4 of a tank. Why is it rentals never come with 1/4 full tanks? I swear it’s a universal law that you have to fill up every time you ever return a rental vehicle.

My other fun of late is the great re-write of 2011.  It’s my official title for December. After re-doing Chapter 14, I then decided that 15, 16, 17 & 18 needed a little more help.  Over the last two weeks, I’ve re-written, re-arranged, and re-worked those four chapters. They would have been done sooner, but I admit, I got sidetracked. And only a little bit by WoW. Mostly, I got stuck writing about the Great-great-great- X’s whatever-grandmother of one of my heroines. Don’t ask me why, I have no idea. All I know is the character is currently waging war, pregnant, moody, and needed to chop someone’s head off.  Isn’t that most pregnant women??

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