OtherGrumbles

I went to Office Depot today, TWICE! The Boss sent me over there to get some cash register tape. If either one of us had half the brains God gave a doorknob, I would have had a sample of what he needed with me, because the packages don't have make and model they fit printed on them. Of course I got the wrong one, and had to take it back and exchange it. Just for the record, the machine that we use at Thundercloud takes the 44 mm tape, NOT the 38 mm!

On my second trip, the huge SUV in front of me tried to kill me. It was a Ford Expedition, which quite dwarfed my 10-year-old Suburban. But the odd thing was that it was apparently allergic to speed bumps. It pulled way over to the left to go around them, and then cut back in front of me once both cars had passed the offending bits of attempted traffic control. I have always said those things are dangerous!

I eventually got over in front of Circuit City, which is right next door to Office Depot. On my right, I saw a tall man in a shirt and tie, standing by the side of the drive, talking on his cellphone. As I passed him, he yelled at me, "Hey! I'm walkin' heah!" He sounded just like Rizzo in "Midnight Cowboy!" I had my windows down, and yelled back, "Hey! This is Texas! Ah'm drahvin' here!" I know he heard me: he flipped me off!

Jerk!