Stay with me here… I come up with complicated scenarios to keep a book (or at least a couple of comics) with me at all times, along with two sketchbooks, pencils and my beloved Sakura Micron 003 markers. A roll of Necco Wafers, a bag of mixed nuts and one of gummy bears.
My current solution is that I’ve found a great storm jacket with large enough cargo pockets to stash my stash. But now it’s getting warm enough that people are starting to notice, and ask why I’m carrying my jacket around.
The other day, it hit 80º and after the third person asked me why I had my jacket tucked under my arm I almost went full George Costanza on them: “Why shouldn’t I carry anything I want? I mean, what if a hurricane… Okay, okay, I’ll admit it,… I need the pockets! There, pockets! You happy now? I suppoooose I could find a huuuuge fanny pack! Would you be any less embarrassed for me then?”
Into this near-meltdown rolled a friend of my mom’s.
With the coolest walker I’ve ever seen. White on white, 8" chrome rims, pinstriping. A latte in the beverage holder. Nice and tall, so the driver had good posture. A comfy backrest on the ergonometric seat; he raised it and there was… room! (He had a couple of hardcovers in there, a water bottle and snacks)
Funny you should mention vests. I have a friend who occasionally dons a fishing vest “for the pockets”. He immediately looks ten years older, a foot shorter, retired and on a fixed income.
I’m having a bad, bad, bad week…well, sorta. I can tell ya it ain’t easy.
Last Friday morning, a stray dog climbed over our fence and let us know that he would be staying with us from now on. The vet didn’t find a chip and no one in the neighborhood knows anything about this dog, so it appears he is correct. He’s the same breed and age as the stray that moved in with us three months ago, so he’s practically family already. So now we have four dogs in our bedroom at night, and unfortunately Jack brought his balls with him, so nobody is getting any sleep. That problem will be solved on Thursday, but dang. I’m tired now.
Something else on Thursday…oh yeah. That’s the day renovations are supposed to start on our second bathroom, so I guess we’ll be having to share the master bath with my 27 year old stepson, who needs to leave for work at 5:30 in the mornings. This is going to be super fun.
I received a call from my primary doctor’s assistant, telling me I need to schedule a physical, and that it’t urgent. I have no need for a physical, since I’m seeing so many specialists, and they take care of any problems I have. But I agreed to schedule a physical with my primary doc. It turns out, the next opening she has is January 24th. Yes, she can’t see me until January 24th, 2020. I pointed out to the assistant that I wasn’t the one requesting the physical, that it was her demand. So, anyway, I’m scheduled for an “urgent” physical next January 24th. :rolleyes:
Unfortunately. He actually only brought one eye with him when he came into our lives. The name “One-eyed Willy” was proposed, but “One-eyed Jack” seemed less embarrassing to tell to the general public.
Actually there is a whole group dedicated to bringing back the chestnut =) and it is possible to do the proper propagation without killing it thing, I want at least 3 or 4 more chestnut trees, just call me greedy =)
I always wonder who these people are who say if we went to universal coverage that we would have to wait for appointments. People who have been lucky enough to not have to interface with our current medical system, I suspect. This shit has been going on for years now. In your case, I wonder if your PCP has to prove to whoever she works for that she’s fully booked for every minute of her time to ensure that they’re getting every dollar from her they can.
I know… I mean, when those Dance Moms show up, that’s when we call Abbey by all her names, just like her mother did when she was little.
And what’s with the Dance Moms bringing Juice Boxes as snacks? Hellooo, you’re giving those future prima donnas High Fructose Corn Syrup? I thought Abbey and Katelyn at least would opt for organic cold-pressed cider.
I swear, I’m SO pulling little Juniper from dance and signing her up for Semaphore Squad. Junie’s private career counselor claims that two years of flags will lock her into a scholarship to UPenn. So don’t think I won’t, Abbey Lee!
We need a little more from you, here.
So I googled this, and it’s… a TV show? And you “can’t believe it”. Why not? Did you accidentally watch an episode? Or is its mere existence a shock?
My walker is bright iridescent purple with streamers and a bell. Thanks for suggesting flames. I might also add the rainbow duct tape for the Pride parade.
I was flipping through the channels and saw the show on Lifetime, an evening full of the drama dance show. 3 freaking hours of it. What a waste of the airwaves. About as informative as those Kardashians. Gah!!
A mini-rant against KFC (because I just ate lunch there).
They have two distinct items on their menu: a three-piece chicken combo (with one side) and a three-piece big box (with two sides and which costs a dollar more).
I don’t eat at KFC all that often but on at least three occasions I have specifically ordered a three-piece combo and had them ring it up as a three-piece big box. It’s apparently a corporate policy to upsell orders like this because this has happened to me at different locations.
My wife is sick (again), and when this has happened in the past we have spent weeks or months going to different doctors to try and figure things out.
This time I want to try a different primary care physician–I want her to have a physician who knows her and can tie all of the parts of the story together, and our current GP isn’t doing this very well. So I asked my dad for recommendations, remembering the glowing reports he had given about his doctor. He immediately gave me the name and number. Nice!
When we called to set up an appointment a friendly gentleman explained to me that in order to be a patient of Dr. Smith, we would have to have a membership in their “concierge service” for an annual fee of $1,200.
With this membership, we would have same-day appointments, longer appointments, and so on.
I refrained from replying in a rude fashion, but let him know that we would go elsewhere.
Seriously? Paying an annual fee outside of the regular physician’s fees, before we even met the doctor? This would not be covered by insurance.
I find this repugnant on multiple levels. It is classist, filtering their clientele into people who have the means to pay to come in the door. It is fee hiding, in an industry that already is a master of that game. And it feels downright sketchy to move charges that pay the doctor either directly or indirectly outside of the scope of insurance.
It’s their business what they do, but that doesn’t make it right.
I asked my dad about it, and he doesn’t pay this. It seems he might be grandfathered in, but understandably doesn’t want to ask any questions lest they say “Mr. Jones, we seem to have overlooked you, let me introduce you to our excellent new concierge program”
