First, clue Number Two. You can now eliminate skiing and hiking. And bungee jumping. And spelunking. Got myself a pedicure today, and I always BMOP, Bring My Own Polish! The Ewwwww factor of the polish brush being used on anyone else’s feet – I can’t even.
I go hot pink for my toes, the color I brought is called Bachelorette Bash. Not sure why it is so named, but okay. Truth be told, I hate getting pedicures, even though I love the finished product. All the fawning at the ugliest part of the body, feet, or at least MY feet are ugly, wouldn’t be a job I would ever be able to stomach. I tipped well – they are nice women, all stereotypically Korean, and hard working.
Then onto the Bedford Post Office for a face-off with the Postmaster. Guess what – he wasn’t IN today. Hmmmmm. At the counter was the same young man I spoke to a week ago yesterday and told him the Postmaster never called me back. He remembered me, remembered the request, but all he could do was shrug. I handed him the Hold Mail form and said I wasn’t going to leave until I saw it stamped and would take a photo of him and the stamped form. He told he I wasn’t allowed to take photos inside the Post Office (there’s another regulation Trump can get rid of) so I took down his name, went OUTSIDE to take a photo of the form stamped, and will keep my fingers crossed mail actually gets held. The good news is the house will always be occupied while we are gone – one or more of the kids coming for free food, free heat, free booze and free TV.
If I were moving from Bedford, I’d see to it that the Postmaster is fired. His sorry ass can’t even (a) tell me why they messed up last time or (b) call me last week. How can this even be allowed to be right? Alas, I live here, gotta deal with the good and the bad, so I smiled politely, said thank you very much to the postal clerk, and left. Ugh.
Around the bend to the liquor store to see that a long long time travel company has folded. Cappy’s Travel has been around since the dawn of travel, now doors closed and someone else in the space. Always sad when that happens. We’ve used a travel agent for a few things but for the most part, an agent isn’t all that necessary, unless the trip is complicated, or very expensive when you want to have the assurance that an agency has your back. We found many times in Australia and South America, having a big agency do the battling works wonders. For the little stuff, we do it without an agent.
I bought two Power Ball tickets and two mega Millions tickets. In other words, I threw away $8.00. Hey, someone has to win. The gas station where I buy them went from Hess to Speedway. In the days when it was Hess, the little convenience store was run by three Hispanic women who kept it spotless and running like clockwork. They were pleasant as well. They lost their jobs when it turned over to Speedway. Now, the place is a PIG STY. The floor is always filthy. The shelves a mess. The staff unpleasant and today, the two men behind the registers were talking to each other, while the line of us waited. I’d complain, but alas, the new management team is black and what would a white woman be labeled by calling out the mess the store is now? Yep, you guessed. Racist. So I roll my eyes, wondering why they don’t care. Very sad.
With all my chores done today, I’m about to put my feet up and shout at the TV because The GOP caved to Little Marco Rubio and increased the Child Credit. Welfare, pure and simple, welfare. But the GOP needed his vote so they caved. I guess a deal is better than no deal.
So there it is. My day and clue two. Happy Friday, albeit at 2:25pm!!