After seeing that Howard Dean has declared himself “metrosexual”, the first thought I had was to wonder if next we will see “Queer Eye for the Straight Politician”! Wouldn’t that be a riot?
I should point out that he later admitted he had heard the term, but didn’t know what metrosexual even means. I still want to see Queer Eye get ahold of him!
Some days it’s the little things that amuse me:
:: 100 Days Left Until Super Bowl XXXVIII Kickoff: I think it’s really cool that our Super Bowl has three “X”s in front, and three “I”s at the end. It also makes it easier for me to remember.
:: An assistant director for Mel Gibson’s “The Passion of Christ” was reportedly hit twice by lightning during filming in Italy. Maybe I’m just being superstitious, but I really think that’s a sign. At least he gets a cool nickname out of the deal – “Lightning Boy”!
:: The new Brawny man is dark haired, dimpled and clean shaven. I’ve never been a big fan of men with blond hair. The new Brawny man seems to be just so … Brawny. Good move there, he obviously had to use the shaver from https://factschronicle.com/best-electric-razors-of-2017-revamping-your-outlook-by-shaving-1377.html to get rid of all that hair. (Also seen last week on Promo’s site.)
:: Gambling TV Channel To Premiere Next Year. Really? Is there a need for this? It just seems … wrong.
:: Puffy Combs Quits Sex For 2 Whole Weeks. Yes, that’s what the headline says. Two whole weeks. WHY is this newsworthy???
Last week I went on a book binge at Half Price Books. It is amazing what they have for only a quarter, sometimes fifty cents. Great books that I’ve always wanted to read – it’s almost as much fun as getting a good find at a garage sale. I love that feeling of victory, as if you are conquering something great and huge by getting such a good deal.
As I stood at the counter with my $3.00 worth of books, the man at the next register was finishing up his purchase. He went to pay with his American Express card, and the cashier politely asked to see his ID.
“I do NOT have to show you my license. That is a federal crime asking for that, and I WILL NOT SHOW IT TO YOU!”
She apologized and asked him to calm down. She explained that it was management’s policy, she was just doing as she was told to do.
“Then your management IS STUPID!”
She remained calm – amazing if you ask me, because while I am a patient person, I might have just snapped by that point. Again, she asked him to calm down.
“I will NOT calm down! You do not need to see my license, that is a crime to even ask for it. Once you see my license, you have two-thirds of the information you need to steal my identity!”
She explained that she is not writing anything down, all she is doing is checking the photo and the signature. She calmly states that it is just a safety precaution, to verify that the person using the card is the legitimate owner. She tells him that she doesn’t need to see his ID though if he is not comfortable with it, she will simply complete the transaction. He can make his purchase, have his books and go home.
This is not enough to please this man.
He shows her his ID, covering the address information with his thumb. She graciously thanks him for showing it to her, quickly glances at it to reassure him that she is not copying down any pertinent information, and completes his purchase. The whole time, he is still grumbling about identity theft and how in California it is illegal to ask for ID with a credit card purchase, matter of fact it’s a federal crime. (I guess he realized he was in Texas at the moment, and California’s laws don’t matter here.)
The most amusing part for me? If you’re really so adamant about this, convinced that store clerks are going to steal your identity and all that, wouldn’t you be even more worried about the conspiracy theory ideas floating around out there and the fact that the credit card companies can track your every move based on the purchases you made? Because in the grand scheme of things, I would be a lot more worried about that. Maybe it’s just me… or maybe they really are watching all of us.
You may remember that I have turned in to quite a Seinfeld junkie lately. I love watching the old episodes. Recently, they showed the Seinfeld final episode. You know, the one with the trial.
My deep thought for the day? Who were Elaine’s parents? Did she have a family?
We saw Kramer’s mom, it’s how we found out his first name was Cosmo. Jerry & George’s parents are characters on the show that we see a lot. But Elaine? Nothing. Who are her parents? Does she have any siblings? Why don’t we know these things?
Has anyone got a clue about Elaine’s parents? No. What’s up with that?
In spite of my never ending headache (more about that later), I made it out last night for Tiara Happy Hour and we had a blast! The Flying Saucer was the perfect place – 200+ beers to choose from, and they could still mix a good margarita for me. (I hate beer, unless it’s in beer cheese soup. Hate it.) It was wonderful to have some one on one time with Emily, Sarah and Michelle! And Michelle’s boyfriend Jim was incredibly patient with our behavior and itsy bitsy teenie weenie penii conversations. Yes, we swapped horror stories, and that’s all I’m going to say about it. When it comes to Tiara Happy Hour – some things are left at the bar.
At one point in the evening I went up to the bartender, who was wearing our spare tiara (Jim was wearing the other one) to order a coke. While standing there, a guy asked me, “What’s with the tiaras?” I told him that it was Tiara Happy Hour, the next big thing. He said, “Oh. I thought Flash Mobs were the next big thing?” I clued him in and said, “No, Tiara Happy Hour is the next big thing… but maybe we’ll combine one with a Flash Mob and get everyone to wear tiaras!” Wouldn’t that be riot? Can you see it? Oh, the confusion we would cause!
I only drank one margarita because I figured that I should not taunt my headache. I drank one coke, and a lot of water. Hydration is a good thing, right? Well I woke up this morning feeling like complete ass. Blech. If I sat upright I felt sick to my stomach, and any time I stood up I broke out in a sweat. Jason’s been sick since Thursday with a headache and a fever. Mike has been feeling pretty much the same too – so I think it’s safe to assume we all have the same bug, along with a lot of kids at Jason’s school. Fortunately Mike was feeling a little better today, so he was my angel of mercy and brought me fake mashed potatoes and a biscuit from KFC. I don’t know what it is, but when my tummy is upset, fake mashed potatoes make it feel so much better. That and a lot of Excedrin plus 200mg of B6, and I’m at least able to form coherent sentences finally and sit upright without wanting to die. Hopefully tomorrow will be even better and I can get some photos online from the Tiara Happy Hour!
I strongly encourage everyone to try a Tiara Happy Hour. It’s ok if you’re the only blogger in your city – get your friends together, put on tiaras, and live large!