Mind Meld

I have the power to control deer.

Maybe. The other day I was driving home from work on the interstate. I spotted a deer about 200 yards-ish ahead of me looking like a college student ready to bolt across the street to get to last call. I pointed my finger at him and said "you better turn around and go home buddy." Apparently his name was Buddy and he could hear me over the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club cd I had going. He turned and ran back into the trees rather than right into my car. I promise to use my gift for good and not evil. Unless you cross me.

Reason To Hate People #325: People who don't come prepared when they get to the post office.

I stood in line at the post office, which is rare considering I live in a small town. There were two people in front of me. The first woman had a poorly taped box that I could tell weighed a few pounds since she struggled to get it up onto the counter. She hadn't labeled the box. She hadn't even bought a label or , here's a thought, just wrote the address neatly on a decent sized piece of paper and taped it securely to the box. She asked if the box was okay to send. It was. She then handed the worker the labels she wanted to buy, but he told her he could give her one for free. After some rummaging, he returned with the label and she filled it out. She did not move aside to do this. Bitch.

Anyway, she fills it out and the p.o. worker sticks it on the box. She says she wants it there by Friday. He tells her what her shipping options are and that only express can guarantee that it will get there on Friday. He then has to figure out how much that will cost.

By now, I'm already on the verge of being late for work if I don't leave soon. He tells her it will cost about $50. Even though she'd made a big deal about when it had to be there--which required him going over the options 2 or 3 times, this is too much for her. He sets up Priority mail and delivery confirmation and she finally also asks for some stamps. She pays and sorta moves to the side to affix her stamps to her letters.

Then, rather than walk the approximately 4-5 STEPS to get to the slots the letters would go in, she reaches across the woman being waited on to toss her letters onto the back part of the counter so the p.o. worker can take care of them. People. Sometimes. Suck.

Second lady wants some stamps, but she wants "pretty" ones. As we've just recently upped the price, there are only a couple of stamps available and they don't meet her aesthetic requirements. P.O. guy has to go dig thru the freakin' safe till he finds some old ones she likes. The kicker was the fact that she didn't buy any $.02 stamps right then because she had some so she was going to have to go home and get them then return to the post office to mail her crap.

Guess what...I was late to work.

WATCH IT:

I got nothing right now. Unless you count watching about 8 hours of Kidnapped. The series got dumped after 5 eps, but the rest were online and then it was released on DVD. I was not disappointed. I still think they should have given this one a better shot. The final ep felt rushed, but considering they were essentially condensing an entire half season into one show you have to forgive them.

New summer stuff starts this weekend so maybe we'll get lucky. My last Netflix rental was Marie Antoinette (sp) which was not bad for the first hour or so then I just wanted something...anything...to happen. Very pretty to look at but I fast forwarded thru the second half of the film.

LISTEN TO IT: Guilty Pleasure Edition

I will now confess something to you. I sorta like Christina Agullara (er, however you spell her last name). I don't own anything of hers, but I always listen to Genie In A Bottle whenever it comes on. Please don't dis-own me.

READ IT:

You know how I said I was going to start Half Blood Prince. Well, it hasn't happened yet. Perhaps I should log off and go do that now.

Finally, big WOO-HOO's to Laura who correctly guessed that the phrase was from Meatballs. I was expecting Teresa to mention this, but perhaps she's actually been working as opposed to reading this mess. Oh, well. As you can see, I've put up a new one. Have fun.