gotta love small towns

"Hi, this is Danny."

"Uuhh.."

"Danny from the village. You called about your water?"

"Oh, yeah. Okay."

"So you wanted your water shut off on Sunday morning?"

"Yeah."

"How's 9:00 sound?"

"That'd be great."

"Okay. Well, it could be more like 9:20, because I have breakfast at the restaurant on Sunday morning. And here's my cell phone number in case I forget."

answering machine conversation

I had a whole converstaionon my answering machine when I got home.

There were a couiple of guys talking abouit mundane bs. A woman said she couldn't get Bob on the line. She asked one of the guys for his number and he recited mine. A minute later she was back saying that the line was busy. yeah, because you're on it! Then she got hold of Jim. "Hey Jim, how's the weather in St. Louis? Sunny and eighty?" "It's fortyfive and cloudy." This went on for about four minutes. Finally they got Bob on his cell phone and he gave them his actual number. I wish I'd found out who it was so I could call them and tell them what doofi they were.

People, if youi're on a conference call, make sure you log off of each call properly. You can't just hang up on somebody's answering machine because there are several other people on the line with you.

userpics

Paid users now can have up to 15 userpics.

The 50 userpic limit (for the added fee or for perms) is nice, but it will take me a while to get used to it. I zip through my friends page pretty quickly sometimes, and now since a few of you have 50 different icons to choose from, I have a little trouble telling you apart. I'm going to have to assign unique colors to some of you. But I have the same problem when two people have the same or similar icons. I've even commented to people before realizing that they weren't who I thought the were.

credit card... or not

On the way down to Cyn's last night, I felt the need to check if I remembered to bring my wallet (or money, driver's license and credit card). I felt my back pocket and it was there. I had to run to Home Depot for supplies and while I was waiting for paint, I checked again. Yep, still there. I was standing in line with $45 worth of stuff when I pulled my "wallet" out, only to find that there was no credit card in it. And only $15 in cash.

Earlier in the evening, I went over to my mom's. I owed her a little money, so I tore a check out of the book and put it in my pocket. She wasn't home, so I still had the check.

Two rare events converged. Having no credit card (but the rest of my "wallet"), and having a check along.

But I still had no idea why the card was separated from my cash. It wasn't on my kitchen table. Or dresser. Strange.

When I got home there was a message on the machine from the manager at Sears. They found it. Three days after the clerk had forgotten to remove it from the ka-chunker. The magnetic strip no longer works, so he had to do a manual imprint. That was Monday night.

I prefer paying with credit card. After having to write a couple of checks, I had to go to the bank tonight to transfer funds into my checking account. Their computer wasn't working so it took freaking forever, and they were so rushed that they forgot to give me my cash from the transaction. Again, there was a message on my machine saying they had my cash and I should stop in and get it.

This begs the question why I can't make sure I get what's coming to me before I leave the counter. That's twice this week.

I'm on autopilot most of the time. And my memory is pretty bad. I'd forget my legs if I could leave without them.