the 'rents returned home tonight (at a fairly inconvenient time...) to find that not only had i vacuumed yesterday, i had also done the dishes, and managed to keep the plants on the back deck alive. that's right, i'm a functioning adult. oohhh, yeahhhhh. bonus: the dog's still alive, too.
i'm not sure how, but today a customer managed to make his diminutive height our fault. basically this is his issue: "i bought an overtall screen for my gigantic porch door and because i'm a shrinking elderly man i can't reach the lock on the top. it's your fault that the lock is at the top and i want you to fix it for me." my solution: grow. or, quit complaining you old grump. you bought the damn door; you knew it was super tall. how else did you expect the lock to be? why, yes, our installer is a strapping young gentleman who is 6 foot 4 and quite capable of reaching the lock at the top. did you have a point? i thought not. too bad we aren't allowed to tell customers to suck it.
Alaska has a strange appeal to me. let me explain: i'm not a super huge fan of snow and ice, i don't participate in any winter sporting endeavors, the Inuit people are not particularly attractive to me, and i can only eat so much fish. but, for some reason, i find myself intrigued by the beauty and scope of the Alaskan wilderness. oh, and then there are the bears. grizzlies fascinate me. i'm in awe of how cuddly they look, their gigantic size, and how majestically dangerous they are. i find myself in this weird limbo where i have no physical desire to travel to Alaska, and yet i want to see what it's like first hand. i guess i will have to start seriously working on my teleportation device...
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