Thursday, August 29, 2013
Did you ever have one of those days where if just one more little thing goes wrong...... (warning:language)
I was already mad about this "no more surplus imports." So I decided a change would do me good and I went into town. I went to my favorite restaurant. I've been eating there for 15 years , ever since it opened. I went out on the porch, where I always eat. I went to the table in the corner, where I always sit.
A waitress came out I didn't recognize. She was pretty young. She asked me if I would mind moving inside. I told her I didn't want to eat with other people, and that's why I sat out there. She said some "important gentlemen" were coming to lunch and she had to get the whole porch ready for their party. Clearly I was not considered important. I asked her who it was and she said it was Mr.XXXX and the other gentlemen from the bank. I told her I had known him longer than she had been alive, that he was not important in my book and he sure as hell was no gentleman.
Then an older waitress came out. She knows me. She knows I don't eat in the main part of the restaurant because I don't like being around crowds. She said she was sorry but they had to get the porch ready for Mr. XXX. So I told her fine, I'd go somewhere else to eat. I don't plan on ever going back, either.
Then I went to the Chinese place. Nobody up here likes Chinese food much, so I knew it would be quiet. When I got in there it was like walking into a blast furnace. I told "Wi" , the lady who runs it, that she needed to turn on the air. She said " no aira, dey steela pipes ona ruf." Turns out, somebody climbed up on top of the building last night, cut all the copper pipe they could reach out of the air conditioning installation, and stole it. I know the guy who owns that building, and he isn't going to spend one red cent until the insurance pays up, and God knows when that will be. I felt sorry for Wi and her husband. The whole place was empty except for two obese ladies and a little kid about 4 who was shrieking and throwing food. Wi put my silverware down at the table next to them, but I told her no thanks, and went to the back of the restaurant. Not far enough away not to have to listen to the kid showing out, but as far as I could get.
Then I went to Walmart. They had .45 ACP , Winchester, fmj for $47.00 a box. I got the clerk out of the toy section. He is supposed to work in sporting goods but he likes to hang around in the toys. I told him the ammo was mispriced. He said no. I said, "yes, it damn sure is. You need to check." He said no.
I went to the managers office. He told me it was not mispriced. I congratulated him on being able to remember the prices of everything in his store off the top of his head. he looked it up, and it should have been priced at $22.99. So the guy asked me if I wanted to go back and deal with the clerk there to buy some. I told him no thanks, I'd rather chew glass.
As an aside, if you have never seen the movie "Falling Down" you should see it. I guarantee if you are a man who has worked all your life, you are going to see scenes in there that will make you say " that's exactly what happened to me."