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The 10 year old and I went down the street to the local Cosi to grab some lunch a while ago. What with our chatting together, it wasn’t until after we had already picked up her pizza and my buffalo bleu chicken sandwich and got up to the cash register that I noticed the signs informing customers that the store’s credit card system was currently fubar and it was cash-only in the meantime.
“Uh, oh – Is that right?” I said to the cashier, “I didn’t even notice the sign and I don’t have any cash.”
The cashier took a look at me, took another look at the gel, printed out a receipt, smiled and said, “Y’all have a good one.”
The gel later cynically pointed out that I probably would not have got such treatment had I been there on my own. Perhaps she’s right, but as I pointed out, it was still an awfully nice gesture.
Would I go to “the Special Hell”¹ if I used my James Earl Jones voice for Treebeard?
“Hoom, Hmmm. I find your lack of faith disturbing, Saruman.”
I think so. I think so.
¹Spot the quote. For bonus points, for whom is the Special Hell reserved?
Four years ago, sitting in a hotel room out in the Midwest, I found myself positively glued to the election coverage that first Tuesday in November, coverage that you will recall lasted well past three ack emma owing to the bizarro twists and turns of that year’s presidential contest.
I was a positive wreck for days afterward, of absolutely no use to man or beast.
Well, not this time around. Nope, I’m getting too old for that sort of thing. My plan is to completely ignore the minute by minute punditry. Instead, I’m going to open a nice bottle of Beaujolais and settle back to watch El Cid.
CNN or Sophia Loren? Doesn’t seem like much of a contest to me.
Imagine my surprise when the 10 year old and I were handed these at Starbucks this morning:
Excuse me, but by my calendar it’s only November 4.
Sigh……
By the way, yes, the eldest gel came to the office with me this morning. It’s parent/teacher conferences and we didn’t know what else to do with her. At the moment she’s harping at me to stop screwing around and get to work.
Kids today.
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