Thursday, October 20, 2005


So Christin finally did it. Two weeks ago, when we were on the way back from Her parents house, we decided to stop by PetsMart. That is where she saw Lilly and Lavender. The next day, I drove 50 miles to Winchester, or no...Remington! Picked the little fuzz-balls up from an awesome farm. Hell, I wouldn't mind swapping places with them! Anyway, this is Lilly on top, and Lavender on the bottom. Both of them are Dilute Torti females. Never had cats, but so far they are quite amusing. Posted by Picasa

Monday, October 10, 2005

New technology at Target... digital signature tablets have been around for a while...right? You know, the little tablet you sign when checking out of a store and using a credit card? Well, yesterday, I swear to have seen one of the stupidest people in the world.

I was running low on blood sugar and patience, I guess one influences the other, and was in the checkout line in my local target. Not just any checkout line, the 10 items of fewer line. No..this is not about one of those completely stupid people that don't know how to count. Or the ones that count 500 small items as one, this is not about those wastes of air. This is about a special other subset of people, which I believe should not be allowed to thrive.

Getting back to the I am in line, pretty annoyed at the 500 undisciplined snotty nosed kids annoying the living shit out of me, and I overhear her.

"I am sorry, but I had an issue with someone stealing my credit card before, and I don't feel comfortable leaving my signature here on this tablet."

"I am sorry ma'am, but I did not give you the pen."

"I just need to get this off, do you have a way to get it off?" - Licking finger and starting to rub.

So I started thinging about maybe getting a piece of tape and stealing her signature off of the tablet in front of her just to freak her out.

"Actually I do not, but I am sure it will wear off before the end of the day."

"I still don't feel comfortable leaving it here."

At this point I am counting down from 10 and trying to goto my happy place so I don't open a HUGE bottle of rant and rain it down upon this old lady. I don't want to give her a heart attack after all. Which in retrospect, might have been a good idea.

So just as I was about to snap, Christin says:

"Maybe this will help you." - Pulling out an alcohol pad.

Then realizing that some people may think it's wierd to have an alcohol pad close by for short notice, justifies it with:

"I have a lot of tattoos and piercings."

As soon as I saw the alcohol pad, I snatched it out of her hand, ripped it open and, almost knocking the old lady out of the way, started rubbing the pad over the signature tablet.

Thus ended another saga of stupidness. Seriously people, if you can't get that right, how do you drive your car?

Strangely enough, I am not sure if it was the bottled up rage, or the lack of blood sugar or both, but I don't remember seeing a signature on it to begin with.