Same same. Just ask the national ride share company that thought it was ok to leave a disabled old lady standing at a deserted train station at 4am in February (way below freezing) with all her luggage, wearing oxygen and using a cane. He drove up, got out, took one look at my oxygen going into my nose and said, “I can’t take you” and zoomed off.
Nothing open for as far as the eye could see. Bathroom emergency happened, crushing my dignity as well as being, duh!, freezing. Took me over an hour of desperately calling taxis before one finally showed up. Lesson learned: do not call for a ride share two hours after the last bar has closed, only the worst drivers are still out.
Took me six months with my city/county equal rights commission but a national company made a four figure donation to my state disability rights organization and apologized. Feisty and stubborn so they won’t do that to disabled geezers again.
It’s a lot of work, but you should have a good time. I worked the Sunday Assembly Nashville booth a couple of times both in Nashville and the 'Boro (they do theirs in the fall).
The toe is looking quite a bit better. Got two appointments out of the way, then went grocery shopping. Sis made a smartass remark about the amount of fruit that I usually buy. I just pointed out some of the stuff in her basket. Even into our seventh decades, we still razz each other.
We split a marranito for lunch. They’re basically my German grandmother’s molasses cookies cut into the shape of a pig. I figure that in central Texas, the Germans, Poles, Czechs, Anglos and Mexicans did a lot of mixing things up, thus the Mexican polka music and cookies like this.
I napped. the appliance tech came by.
Tech: “I tried to call you Mr. dogbutler.”
Me: “Ah, when I called ‘Capital City Appliance Repair’, I expected a call from 919, not 917.”
Tech: “I get that a lot.”
But my dryer is working again, and the tech found $1.34 in assorted coins in the housing, so the repair practically paid for itself. Although Spot is cheesed off that somebody was messing with his emotional support dryer. I’m having a martini, chicken with cavatappi, and green beans with [Bobby flay]Calabrian chilies[/Bobby Flay].
On irksome news, Da Jungle is ending support for old Kindles, so my button Kindle will no longer be able to download books after 06/20/26. i have a sad, I mean my Kindle(“Don’t Panic”) is only 20 years old.
We look forward to calling you Dr. Nut.
This is what I’d expect the mammal servant of an evil mutant plant to say.
See @Maus_Magill we’re all walking the weird things in life, noone cares. Jump into the pillow fight shallow pool with fun floaty things, grab a pool noodle, never mind the squid (squirrel?) and have fun.
Holy Jeebus, that actually sounds like an absolutely smashin’ MMP party. We just need lotsa towels, some old skool and possibly a goat for funzies.
I am SO proud of you. I remember when it happened, I didn’t know that you had gone full pissed off old lady on them. You did good and you did it big. Thank you from all of us old geezers who might need a ride late at night.
I backed into spearheading it last year, when I sent the secretary an email asking if we were doing the Pride Fest. She said “Yes. Would you mind taking charge?” At least this year I was asked ahead of time.
Evening everyone. Are dinner at Shoney’s as my local one is closed. So-so food but at least it beat McDonald’s. Been inside since then, have a 6:30am wake-up call, two flights totaling 9 hours with the rest of the time in airports. Oh joy.
Mostly staying awake to watch Guardians of the Galaxy 2 and check in for my overseas flight on-line when I get within 24 hours of departure.
BBBoo, great story and glad the &&&(( didn’t get away with it.
Don’t know when I’ll get the chance to post again, so all y’all take care.
Roxy’s school has a string orchestra starting in 3rd grade. She wants to be part of it next year. And she wants to play the cello. Next school year should be interesting…
Howdy Y’all! We procured and stowed provisions. Nappage and day drinkin’ were then accomplished. Also sup got fixed and et. We finished up the rewatch of *Downton Abbey * as well. OYKW is abed and I shall be shortly as it’s past my bedtime.
And our swampie dishing up our snacks and doggio and flyboy as our mixologists at the poolside bar. JtC and nellie bring the cookies and chocolate. Sign me up!
You might have to duke it out with swampie for that one. We hear he makes a mean pimento cheese. Maybe he’d do cheese straws instead and give you a shot at dazzling us with yours.
I love pimento cheese. How that happened to a girl who didn’t leave the confines of Iowa until she was 18 I’ll never know.
Will there be sequin and if so … can Ye Olde Ladies shake one last thang?
I’ll bring pizza.
Jeebus, want some fun stories? We had a couple the other day come out CRISSSSPPPYYY.
Remake. Takes a few minutes. (“I wanted it a lil burnt?” Me, looking at a smoldering charcoal disk. “Um … give us a few minutes?” “They said it would be ready .. What the fuxk?”
Me, looking at the blackened thing that just sled, smoldering, into Ye Olde Trash Can.
“HON IT WILL BE ABOUT FIVE MINUTES.” (I have put on my don’t with me” voice. @BippityBoppityBoo probably knows )
Even into our seventh decades, we still razz each other.
and possibly a goat for funzies.
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and if so … can Ye Olde Ladies shake one last thang?
with me” voice.