I need a valium
Jul. 3rd, 2003 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielor maybe a big doobie...
or perhaps a large bottle of glue to sniff...
or possibly a morphine pump...
It didn't matter which way I turned, or what my road plans were, I ended up going the wrong way down the wrong road. Aunt Tudi and I went all over Hell and half Creation trying to find used appliance places, all of which turned out to be doorless holes in the wall ran by questionable back alley types with tobacco products lodged in their jaws. eeeeep. So we ended up at Lowes looking at new washers whereupon we were accosted by a salesman who was hellbent on selling us something TODAY. He reminded me a bit too much of Ari and I was severely put off, so we left. Next week, though, we're gonna have to get a washer. Ours is on its last leg, being over 30 years old...oh, that makes me feel wonderful, being almost 36. Oy.
But wait, it gets better! We end up going to the INFAMOUS Wally World, that inner ring of the Ninth Sith Hell. Aunt Tudi got a gift card for $50, so we were going to take advantage and stock up on lots of stuff so we wouldn't have to go back for a long long time. All was going well and I didn't even mind having to stand in line for almost an hour just to check out. It was all good...until things flew all to hell! Our bill came to over $100. We gave the cashier the gift card and $10 and I was going to write a check for the rest. When the cashier tried to enter the Ten, the drawer flew open and the computer said I didn't owe anything else. As she tried to figure it out, Aunt Tudi went on out to the car with the groceries and supplies because she coudn't stand any longer. So I waited...and waited...and waited.... Then the assistant head cashier came up to try to figure out the problem and she informed me that they would have to void the ticket and run the groceries through again.
NOOOOooooooooooo.....
She and another cashier went out to the parking lot and started unloading our groceries, informing Aunt Tudi there was a problem, and making a big scene. Needless to say I was pissed off beyond all human reasoning. I lost it. I told them that the mistake was on their part and that they could either take my check now or let me go and eat the charge. It was time for me to make a scene. They finally gave in and took my check and we left as I announced to everyone that I would never darken the door of another Wal-Mart again.
And I mean it...never fucking again will I go to another Wal-Mart. I have always hated the place, but would go because of the cheap prices. Well, we'll just have to buy less from now on and go back to Bi-Lo.
Never never ever again!!!
So we finally get home after hours of driving in circles and being roughed up by Wally World henchmen and I get online to see if Barry has left me a new journal entry. Instead, I find a couple of letters asking me about Barry's gig in Boston. The Lizard Lounge apparently has no inkling of his appearance at their fine establishment. Eager concert goers are perplexed and eager. So I email Erik to ask what's up and I get a note back: "Boston not happening". That's it. No explanation, no apology, no nothing. What the fuck?? Why wasn't I informed so I could change the schedule on the sites? And who is it who has to apologise for this gross oversite? This is starting to feel a bit too much like my job in the Pit...having to apologise and take the flak for situations outside my realm of control. I write Erik back and ask if there are any more changes and he send me a garbled up schedule that I have to pick through and decipher before I can even hope to post it. Right now, I would very much like to send Erik the Lament Configuration with instructions on how to open it, sit back with some popcorn, and enjoy watching the ensuing carnage
One funny thing happened today, though. I guess everyone celebrates Independence Day in different ways (I tend to celebrate by watching ID4 and snarling at patriots, especially the morons with fireworks), but this just takes the cake. There's a big flag in front of the local sex shop...but this is a very special flag. IT'S INFLATABLE!!!
Leave it to a sex shop to have an inflatable American flag. heheheheh
or perhaps a large bottle of glue to sniff...
or possibly a morphine pump...
It didn't matter which way I turned, or what my road plans were, I ended up going the wrong way down the wrong road. Aunt Tudi and I went all over Hell and half Creation trying to find used appliance places, all of which turned out to be doorless holes in the wall ran by questionable back alley types with tobacco products lodged in their jaws. eeeeep. So we ended up at Lowes looking at new washers whereupon we were accosted by a salesman who was hellbent on selling us something TODAY. He reminded me a bit too much of Ari and I was severely put off, so we left. Next week, though, we're gonna have to get a washer. Ours is on its last leg, being over 30 years old...oh, that makes me feel wonderful, being almost 36. Oy.
But wait, it gets better! We end up going to the INFAMOUS Wally World, that inner ring of the Ninth Sith Hell. Aunt Tudi got a gift card for $50, so we were going to take advantage and stock up on lots of stuff so we wouldn't have to go back for a long long time. All was going well and I didn't even mind having to stand in line for almost an hour just to check out. It was all good...until things flew all to hell! Our bill came to over $100. We gave the cashier the gift card and $10 and I was going to write a check for the rest. When the cashier tried to enter the Ten, the drawer flew open and the computer said I didn't owe anything else. As she tried to figure it out, Aunt Tudi went on out to the car with the groceries and supplies because she coudn't stand any longer. So I waited...and waited...and waited.... Then the assistant head cashier came up to try to figure out the problem and she informed me that they would have to void the ticket and run the groceries through again.
NOOOOooooooooooo.....
She and another cashier went out to the parking lot and started unloading our groceries, informing Aunt Tudi there was a problem, and making a big scene. Needless to say I was pissed off beyond all human reasoning. I lost it. I told them that the mistake was on their part and that they could either take my check now or let me go and eat the charge. It was time for me to make a scene. They finally gave in and took my check and we left as I announced to everyone that I would never darken the door of another Wal-Mart again.
And I mean it...never fucking again will I go to another Wal-Mart. I have always hated the place, but would go because of the cheap prices. Well, we'll just have to buy less from now on and go back to Bi-Lo.
Never never ever again!!!
So we finally get home after hours of driving in circles and being roughed up by Wally World henchmen and I get online to see if Barry has left me a new journal entry. Instead, I find a couple of letters asking me about Barry's gig in Boston. The Lizard Lounge apparently has no inkling of his appearance at their fine establishment. Eager concert goers are perplexed and eager. So I email Erik to ask what's up and I get a note back: "Boston not happening". That's it. No explanation, no apology, no nothing. What the fuck?? Why wasn't I informed so I could change the schedule on the sites? And who is it who has to apologise for this gross oversite? This is starting to feel a bit too much like my job in the Pit...having to apologise and take the flak for situations outside my realm of control. I write Erik back and ask if there are any more changes and he send me a garbled up schedule that I have to pick through and decipher before I can even hope to post it. Right now, I would very much like to send Erik the Lament Configuration with instructions on how to open it, sit back with some popcorn, and enjoy watching the ensuing carnage
One funny thing happened today, though. I guess everyone celebrates Independence Day in different ways (I tend to celebrate by watching ID4 and snarling at patriots, especially the morons with fireworks), but this just takes the cake. There's a big flag in front of the local sex shop...but this is a very special flag. IT'S INFLATABLE!!!
Leave it to a sex shop to have an inflatable American flag. heheheheh
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Date: 2003-07-04 04:32 am (UTC)'Nuff said.
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Date: 2003-07-05 05:45 am (UTC)There's something deliciously and uniquely American about that. I want one.