Soggy panties, and not in a good way

Let me tell you about my 4th of July!

I had to work. At time and a half, that's not a terrible thing. The fact that I was scheduled to come in an hour later seemed like a Good Thing, but in fact, meant that I was the last one there. Which meant I had to handle multiple fucktards who were under the assumption that I could stretch the rules on a promo that ended at 11:59 PM, period. (Freakin' Pelts Leathermore and their freakin' promos anyway!) The final jagoff screwed my handle time to a fare-thee-well.

When I got outside, it was sprinkling. I'd forgotten my umbrella inside, and was NOT in the mood to retrace my steps and go back for it. (And it DAMN well better still be there Friday!) So I head down Babcock to US1, same as I do every night, and then shudder-shudder-shudder---my right rear tire goes out.

Gee, a flat tire in the rain at 12:45 AM on a major holiday---with no umbrella! Go, me!

Lights came toward me; it was a sweeper truck, and the guy driving was *totally* a Bobby type. He got out and changed the tire for me as the rain increased from sprinkling to a modest downpour. (Modest in Florida terms: it was raining minnows, not marlin.)

I noticed while he was doing this that he was wearing Butch Boots, which gave me something to make small talk about. He was the kind of customer I love to talk to, because he loves the product. He said he's tried other boots but we're the best. He says when he puts them on, it's like they're already broken in. So I'm thinking...I know his first name, and I got the phone number of the company from the door of the truck...maybe I can arrange to send him a gift card to defray the cost of his next pair. It's the least I can do for such a gallant gentleman!

Being blonde, I left the driver's door ajar during all this, so when I got in, the seat was wet. Swell. I was fairly damp already---by the time I got home, ick. Soggy bottomed...and I just know the car is gonna smell like a terrarium as it dries. Lucky me!

Drove the rest of the way home between 40-45---if it's quiet at midnight, it's dead at 1 AM---and tomorrow, I get to go hunt up a new tire, because riding around on the donut is NOT an option.

You want to hear the strange thing? I'm more annoyed by the doofus who messed up my handle time than I was by the tire incident. A year ago, I would've had full-on hysterics at the thought of driving after midnight, period. Driving back from Melbourne after midnight on the donut in the rain? Forget it, you'd've had to sedate me! Now? *shrug* Business as usual. Crown me Miss Mental Health, 2007....

Soggy panties, and not in a good way

Let me tell you about my 4th of July!

I had to work. At time and a half, that's not a terrible thing. The fact that I was scheduled to come in an hour later seemed like a Good Thing, but in fact, meant that I was the last one there. Which meant I had to handle multiple fucktards who were under the assumption that I could stretch the rules on a promo that ended at 11:59 PM, period. (Freakin' Pelts Leathermore and their freakin' promos anyway!) The final jagoff screwed my handle time to a fare-thee-well.

When I got outside, it was sprinkling. I'd forgotten my umbrella inside, and was NOT in the mood to retrace my steps and go back for it. (And it DAMN well better still be there Friday!) So I head down Babcock to US1, same as I do every night, and then shudder-shudder-shudder---my right rear tire goes out.

Gee, a flat tire in the rain at 12:45 AM on a major holiday---with no umbrella! Go, me!

Lights came toward me; it was a sweeper truck, and the guy driving was *totally* a Bobby type. He got out and changed the tire for me as the rain increased from sprinkling to a modest downpour. (Modest in Florida terms: it was raining minnows, not marlin.)

I noticed while he was doing this that he was wearing Butch Boots, which gave me something to make small talk about. He was the kind of customer I love to talk to, because he loves the product. He said he's tried other boots but we're the best. He says when he puts them on, it's like they're already broken in. So I'm thinking...I know his first name, and I got the phone number of the company from the door of the truck...maybe I can arrange to send him a gift card to defray the cost of his next pair. It's the least I can do for such a gallant gentleman!

Being blonde, I left the driver's door ajar during all this, so when I got in, the seat was wet. Swell. I was fairly damp already---by the time I got home, ick. Soggy bottomed...and I just know the car is gonna smell like a terrarium as it dries. Lucky me!

Drove the rest of the way home between 40-45---if it's quiet at midnight, it's dead at 1 AM---and tomorrow, I get to go hunt up a new tire, because riding around on the donut is NOT an option.

You want to hear the strange thing? I'm more annoyed by the doofus who messed up my handle time than I was by the tire incident. A year ago, I would've had full-on hysterics at the thought of driving after midnight, period. Driving back from Melbourne after midnight on the donut in the rain? Forget it, you'd've had to sedate me! Now? *shrug* Business as usual. Crown me Miss Mental Health, 2007....

The adventure continues!

I didn't even finish replying to my email (though I did check my bank balance) before the skies opened up: it started raining mullets and mackrel and marlin, oh my---and thundering and lighning besides. So I shut down the computer and made some calls. W*M, bless their corporate hearts, will ONLY sell you whatever tires are originally listed as having come on your car. The wholesale club hung up on me, and the tire shop down the road ONLY had new tires that were roughly double what I was prepared to pay.

Once the rain tailed off for a bit, I ended up at the used tire place down on Blake Ave.---it's been a few years since I've availed myself of their products, and I got a pair of Bridgestones in nearly new condition for $60, installed. AND they aired up my front tires as well, and were kind enough to let me run down to Winn-Dixie for cash, cuzz otherwise it would've cost more. Good car-ma, boys!

Filled up my tank, cuz I was down to a quarter of a tank, which isn't enough to run back and forth to Melbourne five times. I did the math, though---I get just under 34 MPG, so it could be worse. I'll have to check to see how the new tires influence that.

Then, a half-block from home---and it was raining again pretty sincerely by then---I noticed that the guy who runs a lawn service and lives in the R's old house was out there, in the rain, weed-whacking. I'm not crazy, just a little desperate---I jumped out of the car and begged him to come look at my place. Told him I have to get it mowed by next week cuz they're taking me to court, and he's coming by in a while...if his prices are semi-reasonable, I'll hire him to mow monthly (whether it needs it or not). The R's place, which used to be no-frills weeds, is now one of the best looking homes on the block, and I could use a dose of that!

I'm very happy that I don't have to drive to Melbourne today, although the local weather report suggests tomorrow will be just as bad.

The adventure continues!

I didn't even finish replying to my email (though I did check my bank balance) before the skies opened up: it started raining mullets and mackrel and marlin, oh my---and thundering and lighning besides. So I shut down the computer and made some calls. W*M, bless their corporate hearts, will ONLY sell you whatever tires are originally listed as having come on your car. The wholesale club hung up on me, and the tire shop down the road ONLY had new tires that were roughly double what I was prepared to pay.

Once the rain tailed off for a bit, I ended up at the used tire place down on Blake Ave.---it's been a few years since I've availed myself of their products, and I got a pair of Bridgestones in nearly new condition for $60, installed. AND they aired up my front tires as well, and were kind enough to let me run down to Winn-Dixie for cash, cuzz otherwise it would've cost more. Good car-ma, boys!

Filled up my tank, cuz I was down to a quarter of a tank, which isn't enough to run back and forth to Melbourne five times. I did the math, though---I get just under 34 MPG, so it could be worse. I'll have to check to see how the new tires influence that.

Then, a half-block from home---and it was raining again pretty sincerely by then---I noticed that the guy who runs a lawn service and lives in the R's old house was out there, in the rain, weed-whacking. I'm not crazy, just a little desperate---I jumped out of the car and begged him to come look at my place. Told him I have to get it mowed by next week cuz they're taking me to court, and he's coming by in a while...if his prices are semi-reasonable, I'll hire him to mow monthly (whether it needs it or not). The R's place, which used to be no-frills weeds, is now one of the best looking homes on the block, and I could use a dose of that!

I'm very happy that I don't have to drive to Melbourne today, although the local weather report suggests tomorrow will be just as bad.

A clean joke

( I may bat for a different team, but it's a cute story, and it could've actually happened! )

It arrived in my mailbox by way of the ever-mischeivous missybrat.

A clean joke

( I may bat for a different team, but it's a cute story, and it could've actually happened! )

It arrived in my mailbox by way of the ever-mischeivous missybrat.

Still more Thursday!

The guy from down the block came by and started work on the yard---the front and sides have been whacked into a semblence of order, and he's coming back tomorrow, weather permitting, to do the back. The amount he quoted made me stagger---he'll be getting a check for it, which means add $30 to the total unless it doesn't clear til after next Friday. (Thank God for overdraft protection, is all I can say.) I don't have a choice; my court date is next week, and the sawgrass in the backyard is *literally* five feet tall. I've been trying frantically to get someone, anyone out there, and so far, he's IT.

On the plus side, he lives right around the corner, so it'll be easy to get ahold of him. He's going to make me a deal on services by the month after the initial clearing. Having seen his house before he moved in and after, I *know* he can do a helluva job. I'd really like to have my place look good and stay that way. H.W.S.N.B.N. did the bare minimum of yard work, and it's been a long time since I've had a reliable yard guy.

The backyard has potential (like so much else around here!), but I rarely use it because it's inconvenient---the sliding glass doors have been frozen in their tracks for a VERY long time---I don't think they've been opened in---I amend that, I know damn well they haven't been opened in at least three years. What I'd LIKE to do, given money and a good DIY'er, is to replace them. Not with more doors, but with a door and a windowed wall beside it.

( Cut for sizable lame renditions of architecture )

Snapping back to reality, I have work tomorrow AND I'm probably going to be awakened early by the growl of a mower. *moans* I will think positive and NOT pray for rain.

PS, tonight was the first time I've seen "Playthings", and I'm STILL snickering about the "butch" comment, and Dean's revenge. Gotta love those boys!

Still more Thursday!

The guy from down the block came by and started work on the yard---the front and sides have been whacked into a semblence of order, and he's coming back tomorrow, weather permitting, to do the back. The amount he quoted made me stagger---he'll be getting a check for it, which means add $30 to the total unless it doesn't clear til after next Friday. (Thank God for overdraft protection, is all I can say.) I don't have a choice; my court date is next week, and the sawgrass in the backyard is *literally* five feet tall. I've been trying frantically to get someone, anyone out there, and so far, he's IT.

On the plus side, he lives right around the corner, so it'll be easy to get ahold of him. He's going to make me a deal on services by the month after the initial clearing. Having seen his house before he moved in and after, I *know* he can do a helluva job. I'd really like to have my place look good and stay that way. H.W.S.N.B.N. did the bare minimum of yard work, and it's been a long time since I've had a reliable yard guy.

The backyard has potential (like so much else around here!), but I rarely use it because it's inconvenient---the sliding glass doors have been frozen in their tracks for a VERY long time---I don't think they've been opened in---I amend that, I know damn well they haven't been opened in at least three years. What I'd LIKE to do, given money and a good DIY'er, is to replace them. Not with more doors, but with a door and a windowed wall beside it.

( Cut for sizable lame renditions of architecture )

Snapping back to reality, I have work tomorrow AND I'm probably going to be awakened early by the growl of a mower. *moans* I will think positive and NOT pray for rain.

PS, tonight was the first time I've seen "Playthings", and I'm STILL snickering about the "butch" comment, and Dean's revenge. Gotta love those boys!