Is this a bad joke?People say (and do) the darndest things.
A friend and former student who shall remain nameless (but whose initials are S. H.) sent me an email a few days ago. It was a link to a Canadian pharmacy with meds guaranteeing to enhance my masculinity.
Of course now she's pretending that her Facebook info got hacked or some such implausible explanation.
Right, Sue.
After meeting with the vet in one of the examining rooms and making the difficult decision to have Al put down I had to stop at the front desk to pay the bill. The two women working there, one roughly my age and one quite young, both knew what had just happened and were very sympathetic with my sadness. We had minimal conversation because I wasn't feeling chatty and they knew it.
As we finished up and I was about to leave the younger gal said, in a compassionate tone, "Have a nice day."
Without particularly thinking about it I responded, "We just sort of blew that one, huh?"
I'm sure she instantly realized she'd said the wrong thing, and because we've all done something similar I wasn't upset with her. But as I walked out to my car with an empty leash in my hand I thought about how often we repeat common phrases without any particular thought to their meaning.
A friend and former student who shall remain nameless (but whose initials are S. H.) sent me an email a few days ago. It was a link to a Canadian pharmacy with meds guaranteeing to enhance my masculinity.
Of course now she's pretending that her Facebook info got hacked or some such implausible explanation.
Right, Sue.
After meeting with the vet in one of the examining rooms and making the difficult decision to have Al put down I had to stop at the front desk to pay the bill. The two women working there, one roughly my age and one quite young, both knew what had just happened and were very sympathetic with my sadness. We had minimal conversation because I wasn't feeling chatty and they knew it.
As we finished up and I was about to leave the younger gal said, in a compassionate tone, "Have a nice day."
Without particularly thinking about it I responded, "We just sort of blew that one, huh?"
I'm sure she instantly realized she'd said the wrong thing, and because we've all done something similar I wasn't upset with her. But as I walked out to my car with an empty leash in my hand I thought about how often we repeat common phrases without any particular thought to their meaning.
The Kia is packed and ready to go...except for the things Pam keeps bringing out, saying, "Can you find a place for this?"
My goal is to pull out of the driveway about 5 a.m. tomorrow and drive to at least Stockton, and maybe Sacramento. Because my last name is MacDonald I'm planning to find a rest stop to sleep through the night, something which my kids agreed at lunch today was another of my dumb ideas.
Have you read about the bed bug infestation in motels and hotels across America?? I should pay $50 to get bed bugs?!
It's a total of 1,300 miles from our house to the Portland, OR airport and Pam's flight lands there at 12:30 p.m. Wednesday. So if I do 600 miles tomorrow and 500 on Tuesday I'll have an easy drive on to the airport Wednesday morning.
I'm taking our cheap digital camera and my laptop so I hope to post an account of our travels frequently, if not every day. We'll spend Wed. and Thurs. night at Champoeg State Park an hour south of the airport. Friday morning we'll head to Seattle to spend the weekend with my folks. And then VERY early Monday we'll make the drive south to Washburne State Park just north of Florence, OR, a 7-hour drive.
Good times at Pathway this morning. I'm going to miss being there for the next two Sundays.
Tomorrow night from central California!
1 comment:
LOL!!! I really thought that sending the email to everyone would take the spotlight off of you.
SH
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