My weekly supermarket trip is generally odd enough to support a blog of its own, but God (and Bill O'Reilly) knows I don't need something else to do. Last night, I'm standing in line with my usual assortment of odd items, when I see the woman in front of me hesitate for a moment. The cashier had told her that her order came to $124.25, and this caused the woman to ponder, "I want to make this check out so that I get cash back. What's the limit?" That's right - the check . Of course, the cashier didn't know, because ... c'mon, who writes checks to begin with? She turned to a co-worker and asked. The response came back that the limit was $30. The woman was relieved, for some unknown reason. She said she needed more than $25. She looked at the total again, and then started to make out the check. "Is it OK if I make this out for $150 even ? I need a little extra." Which, actually is a question and a statament, but I digress. She proce...
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I know your pain. i wish it wasn't so acute and you weren't hurting so bad right now. i don't know how to make it feel better.
Just know we understand and ache for you.
I hope this doesn't come across too esoteric; it's just that I 've had to learn my lessons too.
Maybe it would be a good idea to travel. If you've got the time AND the money AND the desire, do hop across the Atlantic and visit Europe.
It doesn't replace lamenting, I know. But it'll give you a lot of new impressions and enough to think about for the next few months... Should you be interested in Germany, too, you're more than welcome to be our guest!
junior: I'm hoping that the other door opens. There's another cat in my future, I suppose. Maybe sooner than later.
I'm left with only 3 vacation days for the remainder of the year. Sounds like an old Bob Newhart joke. When he was in the Army he decided to go to Hawaii on a 3-day pass.
Vielen Dank für die Einladung.