Check back with them and see if you can get a legacy waiver. 
It occurs to me that if your dad is over 65, the doctor might have HAD to waive the concierge fee, on account of Medicare rules (that’s just a WAG).
My next door neighbour is a fucking deaf old cunt. I fucking hate him. Every night he plays news programs and comedy panel shows on his radio, and because he’s a deaf old cunt I can hear them through my wall. The volume is loud enough to disturb me, but not loud enough to complain about to a third party. It’s so goddamn fucking infuriating. I bang on the wall and the volume drops, but then it creeps back up again. I hate the motherfucker and I genuinely wish he was dead.
And yes, I’ve got ear plugs. But I shouldn’t have to wear them in my own house. Even when I do, they’re uncomfortable and I can still hear his fucking radio. God, I fucking hate him.
I wear earbuds around the house. Keeps the kids, traffic, and the neighbor’s dog at a tolerable level.
Does he have a wife (or kid who visits)? If you mention it to them, they should roll their eyes and say “Sorry. I’ll remind him to keep it down.” Then you ask them to put a red dot on his volume control and tell him “NO higher than this, dad, or your neighbors might call the landlord… or the brownshirts in the SWAT gear who’ll drag you off to the gulag!”
I think I’m going to go with black duct tape and get metallic sharpies and have people sign it and/or draw on it myself. Then maybe add some nerdy stickers to it. I was considering chalkboard tape and chalk, but I think duct tape will hold up better.
More than decoration, I need a bag/caddy thing because both hands are occupied with the process of walking when I use it. And those… I’ve looked high and low and haven’t found one I even remotely like. There are a few very basic kind of medical-looking black ones and I’ll probably go with that option. The rest are aggressively geared toward cheerful old ladies and I… am not a cheerful old lady. Maybe I’ll add a couple button pins or iron-on patches to make it look more… uh… punk rock?
That happened to me on the same airline Memorial Day weekend! The incoming plane suffered a bird strike, and it took maintenance over an hour to show up. (This was at RDU…not exactly a massive airport.) Initially, the flight was delayed, so I just had to move my connecting flight to a later time. The app and the website both showed an available flight, but neither would allow me to change it on my own; I had to call the 800 number. Fine.
When the original flight was finally canceled, both the app and the website again acknowledged that a much later flight still had openings, but neither would allow me to change. This time, the 800 number told me I could expect a 2-hour wait, so I opted to stand in line for the gate agent. Yep, they had a single gate agent rescheduling flights for an Airbus 319 full of passengers. :smack: I finally got seats on a much, much later flight…once my boarding passes had printed, the gate agent announced that her shift was over, and wandered off. There were still other people in line behind me; I don’t know what happened with them.
Oh, and while I was dealing with the gate agent, an extremely irate American Airlines employee wandered in from the jetway area. Apparently, someone forgot to finish relocating all the luggage when the damaged plane was emptied, and roughly half of it was stuffed in the little freight elevator at the end of the jetway. Another employee managed to reunite some passengers with their luggage, since they were still at the airport, but lots of people had already gotten on other flights.
Needless to say, I’m driving the next time I go on vacation.
Miniest of min rants: my Samsung watch is driving me batshit crazy. I turned off most notifications, but not all of them and I feel like I’m being potty trained now. Every time I get up from my desk at work to pee I get a medal. “Good job, overly!” Fuck you, Samsung, and the horse you rode in on.
Even though this might be in the cheerful old lady category, would you take a crocheted one? Did a quick search and I did see patterns without lacy details and I bet I could make some skulls or lightning to make it a bit less old lady-ish.
So the hubby decided we’re going to Reno, on the chance that we “could” Win a Tesla or the money. It was guaranteed we would get at least a 100 dollar gift card to Walmart. Off we go stay in the hotel where the event. sit though a blasted sales pitch for some travel club. Discounts galore , blah blah blah. Only $13,000. Okay then, now comes hard sell. Nope, nope nope…ok they’ll cut the price to 5,000 dollars. WTF. I want those two hours back.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t. He’s a classic central casting crazy old man. No family, no friends, no visitors, and I think he likes that just fine. I put a letter through his door today (he never answers it) politely asking him to keep it down. I don’t know if he’s trying to piss me off or if he just hasn’t read it yet, but the fucking thing seems louder than ever tonight. I’ll give him to tomorrow evening but if it’s no better I’ll tell him that if he doesn’t shut the fuck up I’ll be calling his landlord. Hopefully, he’ll do us all a favour and just drop dead.
I’m the atheist son of atheist parents. But after decades of unyielding atheism I’m reconsidering. I now suspect God does exist and he hates me. Probably for being an atheist :mad:.
I got rear-ended the other night while stopping for a red light at the exact same intersection, in the exact same lane, at almost the exact same position in the road as I did just over a year ago.
Curse you, angry God!!!
I’m so glad I got a walker with a seat that has a storage compartment underneath. Both the seat and the compartment have come in very handy.
My grandson has a book I HATE.
The book in question is “The Berenstain Bears Love One Another.” Or something like that. For those of you who may remember the Berenstain Bears as being rather preachy, somewhat sexist, but occasionally funny and generally inoffensive potato chip books, those days are over. The series has been commandeered by Stan and Jan’s son Mike, who is a religious evangelical and has been writing books that meet this, um, theology. The results are…awful.
In this book Mama Bear is making muffins. The older two kids (there is now a younger bear, Honey) help out. “You all are good helpers,” Mama tells them. The children say how much they are looking forward to getting muffins of their own, only Mama lowers the boom–they ain’t getting any. The muffins are earmarked for Mrs. Grizzly, who just had twins. Nope, she can’t even spare a single muffin for the kids to divide. And why? Because of the Bible verse they learned in Sunday School: “Love one another.” Yes, “one another” extends to local married women who have just given birth, but not to your own flesh and blood. Just would Jesus would have said.
Later, Brother and Sister Bear help Papa do outside work, then play with Honey so Mama can make dinner, because God forbid that Papa learn to cook or Mama handle anything outside home and hearth. They all talk about how much they love one another. Then it’s dinnertime (still no muffins) and Papa is allowed to say grace. That’s pretty much it.
Sexist, way more than the originals. Preachy, way more than the originals. And boring, and insipid, and just plain mean. My grandson is almost three. I read him two books a night at bedtime. I’d say it’s something he chooses once a week or so. I may have to disappear it. Either that or start doing some heavy-duty editorializing. Or maybe changing the story (“Of course, a muffin for each of you!” said Mama briskly.) Gaaah.
The lil’wrekker has been on an internship at another University for 3 weeks. Apparently it’s a great honor to be chosen for this. Proud of her? Yes, of course. She ended it up Thursday. Called me to let me know she’d be in for the weekend. And “Couldn’t I please put money in her account?” As the bank of Momma-money-bags I said “sure”.
I go on line to look on her account. Holy-bejesus. She’s over drawn by $17.00. How can you overdraw on a debit card?
Breakdown:
$17.00 od ammt.
$25.00 fee
$15.00 fee to post a deposit immediately
$100.00 deposit=
$157.00
So she could eat at Taco bell Wednesday evening.
She got home. I asked her about her bad decisions and the debacle. She, of course cried and made me feel bad. Promises made to do better. She had supper with family and was happy and chattering away. She really is the bright light of this bunch. Always a blessing to be around.
I swear to god, I couldn’t believe it. She had the temerity to ask her Dad for money to go to town and go to the movie with her penniless boyfriend. Of course he gave her a crisp new $100 bill. Wth?
I will be giving this girl money when she 40yo.
I just know it.
Beck, I know how you feel. Just shelled out $300 for Jr’s tire/tie rod/alignment, told the rather shocked gentleman at the tire place it was cheaper than a funeral…
Because the money comes from her checking account. Each transaction is essentially the same as a paperless check. If you don’t keep track of your transactions, than it’s easy to get overdrawn, the same as if you write a check you can’t cover.
Welcome to the club. I suspected that particular truth some time ago.
I always file my yearly income tax in person. I’m self-employed, so through the year I pay quarterly withdrawals as if I was exclusively a “corporate person” but come April my government discovers that, unlike corporations, I also eat, have a mortgage, go to the doctor and put money away towards retirement: so, my basic deduction, mortgage, Social Security and 401K-equivalent pop up and become deductibles, yay. I go file in person because that way if the kind civil servant helping me sees anything they find strange, they can ask me directly, I explain, and we all avoid the expense and stress of an inspection.
One year in which I’d had unusually low expenses, the kind civil servant pointed out “your deductions have been really low this year”. I said “yeah: I haven’t needed a new computer, got a couple contracts which didn’t come with travel expenses as I could sleep in my home every night… biggest expense I had was my mother’s hearing aids, can I count those as Industrial Safety?” “:dubious:” “They keep her from being strangled and me from going crazy. -Er.” “Ah. Sorry, no.” “Pity.”
Oh NOES! Brother Bear is learning how to make muffins, and Sister Bear is seeing the sun! It is the beginning of the end I tell ya! THE END IS NIGH!
I thought if there was no money the card would be declined. Foolish me. It’s a miracle this hasn’t happened dozens of times. She cuts it close to the knuckle. We will be discussing this.
This just happened to me. I accidentally bought an Amazon Prime membership for a year. (Is W surprisingly easy to do.) I didn’t mean to do it, but my account became overdrawn. I promptly canceled the membership, but it would be a couple of days before Amazon returned the money. I called my bank’s 800 number and explained what happened. They agreed not to charge me for the overdraft. Amazon returned the money to my account and all was well again. But it was a close thing.