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Store savings cards

I really hate store savings cards. Why can’t things just be on sale without making people lose out if they don’t have that oh-so-special card? I went to the drugstore today to buy some granola bars, and found some that were on sale – 2 for $5.00. When I got to the counter, the cashier asked if I had my savings card. I said I didn’t. She then asked if she should enter my phone number to pull up the account. Having moved so many times, I still thought that my New York phone number was attached to the account. Since I couldn’t remember what it was, I said, “No”.

You know, there are some cashiers out there who will scan their own savings card for you because they feel bad that savings cards exist in the first place and you shouldn’t miss out on a great deal just because you forgot your stupid savings card in your purse at work.

This wasn’t one of those cashiers. I had to pay $4.69 for crappy tasting granola bars.

Thanks, lady. Thanks a lot.

Life and death

Why does this seem strange to me?

Sign

I hate WHAT?

Okay - take a quick glance at the picture below and tell me what you see:

CPAP

I read “I hate CRAP”. That’s not what it says, but when driving by at 50 mph, that is what my mind registers - every time.

What it really says is “I hate CPAP“. CPAP (continuous positive airway pressure), is a mask/machine which is worn to send air flowing through the nasal passages for those suffering from sleep apnea. My dad uses one - we simply call it “the air machine”.

I’m sure the billboard works for those who know what CPAP stands for, but for those of us who don’t - who doesn’t hate CRAP?

Escalator

The escalator is an interesting piece of equipment - a mix between stairs and an elevator. When faced with the choice of walking up multiple flights of stairs or riding comfortably on a stair-like machine, which would you choose?

I would choose to ride up the escalator. Notice, I use the word RIDE. Walking up the escalator would defeat the whole purpose. Nevertheless, I quite often see people pushing their way up the escalator past the docile riders just to get to work faster. They only save about five seconds of time, so why not take a breath and rest awhile before diving into another hectic day?

Now, I won’t pretend that I haven’t ever walked up an escalator. I have. Mainly when some agitated person is huffing, puffing, and basically breathing down my neck to move past me. Then, I will hustle up the stairs just to get away. Otherwise – what’s the hurry?

Unless I happen to be running late – then – look out!

Parade pushers

Almost everyone loves a parade. People camp out the night before a parade to get a good spot. I’m fine with that – first come, first serve, and more power to them. I will stand behind people who have arrived before me and peek over their shoulders. That is the polite thing to do.

While on lunch at work, I wandered as I usually do and happened upon the Columbus Day parade progressing along (how appropriate) Columbus Drive. I nicely stood behind the people watching the parade and took some pictures without being a nuisance at all. Then, I felt a presence. You know how it is. Someone invaded my personal space. It was an elderly gentleman and his wife. He was trying to muscle in on my position. What could I do? I inched over ever so slightly, even though I really wanted to stand my ground. He then guided his wife into an area between two people, where there was no area before.

What the heck?

He could have said something like, “Excuse me – could we stand here in front of you?” Okay – I would have probably been fine with that, but to push your way in as if I don’t exist at all?

Come on!

Election poll

I took part in an election poll yesterday! It was given to me by a third grader (I think). It was really cute - they were all over the financial district with their clipboards, and asked about six questions. I should have asked them what grade they were in, or what school they went to, but I didn’t. Partly because I forgot, but mostly out of fear. I mentioned this to Chris. His response was, “Ok. Wait. You’re afraid of a THIRD grader?”

Yes. Yes I am.

Not just third graders. I fear all children. Mainly because I can’t relate. What am I going to say? What are they going to say? Will they like me? Will they snicker and talk about me behind my back after school?

Boy - I have ISSUES!

Puppet bike!

This bike is around the city a lot:

Puppet bike1

Puppet bike2

Puppet bike3

The puppet shows are so cute and lots of fun! There isn’t usually a schedule of where the bike will be, so if you’re lucky - you’ll catch it! This weekend, it happened to be in our neighborhood, otherwise, I sometimes see it downtown. Puppet Bike always brings a smile to my face!

You can check out the bike’s website at www.puppetbike.com. As of this writing, there is even a link to a short video where the bike was featured on our local PBS station, WTTW.

Go Puppet Bike!

Photo shoot - part 2

Here are a few more pictures from the photo shoot taken in July:

Kim Asian

Kim Asian 2

Kim Goth

Kim Goth and Minus
(That’s Ann & Bob’s cat - Minus)

Kim Goth strawberry

…and the best for last…

Chris & Kim

…us!

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