December 21, 2004
Like Mother, Like Daughter

Two small excepts from my day as proof that, unfortunately, my mother and I are related.

My mother, who came down to visit today, wanted to treat me and Jess to lunch. That's fine, I'm happy with that.

She spends all the time she's visiting complaining about money - in that she doesn't have any, the rent didn't get paid until December 14th, etc etc.

I picked up the tab for lunch, telling my mother that we were flush at present (true) and she should save her money (also true.)

My mother, as a thank you for buying her lunch, promptly bought my daughter another stuffed animal for Christmas.

::this is me, chasing my eyes around under my desk because they got away::

I packed up some Christmas gifts today to mail to my friends who live waaaaaaaaaay out of state and are not coming to visit me any time soon.

I was jotting down their addresses on a piece of paper when it occurred to me that one of them had moved recently and I wasn't sure I'd updated my contact page.

I called him. I hadn't updated my contact page.

I got the new address, tore the piece of paper out of the notebook, folded it up....

and left it on my desk.

So I had to call him back from the UPS store to get his address again

Ug.


On an unrelated note, I did see someone who was even more stupid... while we were at the UPS store, some lady came in to mail a very large picture. Framed. With glass. Packed in a soft, squishy packing. She was exceedingly hostile when the UPS people suggested that this wasn't a safe way to ship a piece of glass.

"Well, I have a piece of cardboard in there." She said. Loudly. As if this somehow made her package more break-resistant.

"Ma'am, they stack the boxes one on top of the other."

"Well, if you don't want to ship it, I'll just take it somewhere else," she huffed.

"I'm not saying that, ma'am, I'm just saying it's not likely to arrive in good condition."

"You don't have to harrass me about it. I am NOT worried about it breaking."

ooooooooookay....

Personally (the actual conversation was much longer, much louder, and much more idiotic, but I'm summarizing) I'd have jumped up and down on the bloody thing if I was a UPS employee as soon as she left the store.

Posted by tisfan at December 21, 2004 09:15 PM
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That makes me think of the patron who raised holy Hannah for getting a book replacement fine because she'd left a book on TOP of the book-drop box in the middle of a rainstorm, because "the box was full." (Which it was, but the second drop box-- the one under the shelter of the building-- wasn't. And even so, a day's late fine is a heck of a lot less than a replacement charge.)

Posted by: Gris on December 21, 2004 09:25 PM
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