I didn’t write about these earlier, because I wanted an entry that showed a range. It has more impact that way, I think.

Went to the FoodTown. There were two cashiers. The lady in front of me had a giganto-humongo food order. She stands there watching the cashier ring up a few items, then pause to bag them so she has room to ring more. And then again. The line behind me is starting to pile up. The lady watches some more, then listlessly comments, “Oh, there are no baggers?” as if she only now noticed. She bags approximately three items after that. Finally, the cashier has managed to bag enough items so she can ring again, the conveyor belt moves forward about a foot. Lady behind me gives me a poke and says “Aren’t you going to move up?” I’m surrounded. . .stupid lady who doesn’t notice the need to bag and stupid lady who thinks things will move faster if I move up a foot three seconds earlier.

Off on the road a couple of days later. . .I’m stopped at a stop sign. Across from me is another driver stopped at his stop sign. Third driver comes to the intersection. He has no stop sign. He has the right of way. He stops. He looks at both me and the other stopped driver and begins making WTF gestures at both of us as if we’re doing something wrong, or holding him up, whatever. Finally he turns, I follow because we’re both going to the same place, and at the next stop sign, he breezes through without even slowing down or looking.

Last night we went to a meeting for the 5th graders and parents about drug and alcohol awareness. Sadly necessary, although there wasn’t much we needed to know. However, the police officer who spoke had to warn parents not to drop kids off in the wrong area of the school, and especially not to drop them off if they were drunk, high, driving a stolen car, driving with a suspended license. . .and he had to tell the parents this because these things had, indeed, been done by parents in the past.

Checked my email – I’m waiting for some information about an upcoming test, and lo and behold, a chunk of emails from the same place notifying me of my new “friends”. Yes, once again some yahoo out there has decided that alison@alison.com is some kind of generic email she can use. Yes, hon, I changed your password and your homepage. No, I’m not canceling the account so you can do it again.

And here’s a bonus. . .I get on here to bitch, and there’s a comment saying my site sucks. Oh, yeah. . .someone I don’t know, someone who can neither spell nor punctuate, someone who will have absolutely no impact whatever on anything important to me, thinks my site sucks. Excuse me while I go put a sawed-off shotgun in my mouth. The emotional devastation!!! I am wracked with feelings of inadequacy!11oneoneone

On a happy note, though, the tree service is here to get rid of my dead trees, finally. And the skylight guy will be here this afternoon to see if he can fix the broken skylight for me.