Rants

There is this commercial for the Chevy Impala where this saleswoman is showing this guy one of the newer ones in silver, he says, “My Dad had an Impala.” We are then treated to some B&W flashbacks of an early 60’s vintage Impala convertible. Now that is a cool looking car, the new one, even with the smoked lenses, is crap. Then again I’m not old enough to know, but maybe that 60’s Impala I think is cool now, was considered just as ugly then, as the new one is now.

Every evening, well almost every evening, my wife and I take a walk around the block. It is close to a mile so we get a little exercise out of it, but more importantly, she likes it because it is hand-holding quality time. We seemed to have timed it wrong, because while usually traffic is very light, tonight it was relatively busy. Not long after they passed us, the driver of a SUV tossed out his cigarette butt, leaving behind a shower of sparks. It wasn’t that close, but people do it all the time – without thinking or looking so it seems. I have yet to be hit by a flying butt, but it seems only a matter of time, what with the walking, bicycle riding and driving a convertible…

At a stoplight, whenever I see someone drop their cigarette butt out of their window, I want to go over, pick it up and hand it back to the smoker and say, “You dropped this.”

Donna and I went on a drive over to the state of Georgia to make an investment in our retirement plan, i.e. buy a couple of lottery tickets. Big Game is worth $15 million and the Lotto South is worth 7 million, so by Sunday morning I should be 22 mill richer. 🙂 As we waited in line to pay, some fellow came in a hurry with a frown on his face. He approached right up to the cashier of the convenience store ignoring the line of 3 people, of which I was last. He said, “I need a receipt for pump 15, the printer must be broken or something.” I forgave his cutting in line and just smiled, happy that it wasn’t just me and perhaps validating my conspiracy theory.

Happened again. Last time I bought gas 10 days ago, I had to schlep inside to get my receipt because the pump didn’t spit one out. Different station today with the same thing. No Receipt. Not only didn’t I get a receipt, I didn’t get a full tank of gas. It was pumping kind of slow, but it started to really crawl at around 8 gallons. I took it off auto and squeezed the handle harder (like that was really gonna do anything) and a few seconds later it just stopped. When I went inside to get my receipt I told the counter lady and she said, “It must be out.” Thanks, have a nice day….

I was sitting here typing away on my other blog, when in the other room my wife screamed! Ran into the kitchen to see what was the matter and she said, “There is a moth in here, KILL it!” Being the dutiful husband I did just that. Scratch one moth from the census. Jeez, it was just a moth, with the amount of noise she made you would have thought it was El Chupacabra.

Mother-in-law decided to change from a green to a yellow color scheme in the bathroom. She bought some matching curtains, shower curtain, liquid sop dispenser, waste basket, etc. Also bought a new shower curtain liner. All this stuff was purchased at the upscale department store in town, not Wally World, so I was surprised when… While hanging the shower curtain I noticed the distance between the first and second holes was different on the liner than on the curtain. Huh! The distance between 2 & 3, 3 & 4 were OK, it was just the shower curtain had about an 2″ too much between hole 1 & 2. When I got to the end of the shower curtain I still had one hook and one hole left in the liner. What the? I guess no one told the maker of this particular shower curtain that the standard was twelve holes not eleven.