let no good deed go unpunished
Tonight, with my new husband, shoot...I think his name is Dave and I thought of a new socialist scheme. People who want gardening services pay a special tax and I just send in a weekly time sheet to the government that says I gardened so many hours. Then I wouldn't have to bill people. I HATE billing people. I added up a client's bill and it came up to 850 bucks. I was scared to leave it for her and she called be before I got home, but I am too afraid to listen to the message. I will have to pay someone to listen to it. Shit.
I got home, took a hot bath and washed my luxurious locks. My best friend, whom I'll call Jean-Jean, and I chatted on the phone. She was going to go to this thing called Girl to Girl, or Girl on Girl, or Girl for Girl or some such name that made me cringe. It is a big giant party with 800 some women. Do I want to go??? Meet us at the 6 arms pub. Baby steps. I went to the pub, went to the party. Well...technically I went to the door of the party and turned around and left.
On the way to the pub, I was at a stop sign waiting for an old timer who was trying to go somewhere in a wheel chair, using one foot as locomotion. This process was not getting him far.
I was watching what seemed to be every member of society between the age of 21 and 39 out walking Pike street...or is it Pine? None of them noticed this guy spinning his wheels, as it were. So I set my parking brake, thinking this will be faster and kinder than waiting for this fellow. Unfortunately, the guy wanted to go across the big street, and up a steep hill to some kind of hotel/social service place. No problem. I ran back down the hill and to the truck. There was an irate fellow behind my car screaming and using unfriendly gesticulation to indicate that he was not pleased to drive up and find a pickup truck unattended at a stop sign. Oh well.
PS
If you would like to check the 9 messages on my machine, just call my cell phone, hit star and put in my password. **** If the client says, "Oh Sally Anne, I knew it was a lot of work, and you did a great job, keep it up" you can call and tell me. If she is bitching about her damned honeysuckle that I hacked back in an attempt to save the garden bed and doesn't want to pay me, then just call and tell me I need to move or something like that.
I got home, took a hot bath and washed my luxurious locks. My best friend, whom I'll call Jean-Jean, and I chatted on the phone. She was going to go to this thing called Girl to Girl, or Girl on Girl, or Girl for Girl or some such name that made me cringe. It is a big giant party with 800 some women. Do I want to go??? Meet us at the 6 arms pub. Baby steps. I went to the pub, went to the party. Well...technically I went to the door of the party and turned around and left.
On the way to the pub, I was at a stop sign waiting for an old timer who was trying to go somewhere in a wheel chair, using one foot as locomotion. This process was not getting him far.
I was watching what seemed to be every member of society between the age of 21 and 39 out walking Pike street...or is it Pine? None of them noticed this guy spinning his wheels, as it were. So I set my parking brake, thinking this will be faster and kinder than waiting for this fellow. Unfortunately, the guy wanted to go across the big street, and up a steep hill to some kind of hotel/social service place. No problem. I ran back down the hill and to the truck. There was an irate fellow behind my car screaming and using unfriendly gesticulation to indicate that he was not pleased to drive up and find a pickup truck unattended at a stop sign. Oh well.
PS
If you would like to check the 9 messages on my machine, just call my cell phone, hit star and put in my password. **** If the client says, "Oh Sally Anne, I knew it was a lot of work, and you did a great job, keep it up" you can call and tell me. If she is bitching about her damned honeysuckle that I hacked back in an attempt to save the garden bed and doesn't want to pay me, then just call and tell me I need to move or something like that.
posted by SA at 12:14 AM
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