My car is back tra-la!!!! It makes the driveway look sooo much happier. Concrete is dull and boring and needs a lot of spice for contrast especially now that the grass has turned that weird winter green/brown/yellow color. Not so lovely.
I almost forgive the guy for having it for a week and two days. Car is less cranky sounding on cold start...the bearing and sway bars being fixed make it turn nicer with less rattling...and mostly I am happy it is not perma-broken or have some mystery gremlin that no mechanic can fathom.
So, despite the ouchy price tag $1614 and some change, it is still cheaper than finding a different good on gas car. Lots of things are cheap right now, but all of them guzzle gas like an alcoholic on a bender. Cash for clunkers really made life suck for anyone looking for a used car. Lots of the so-called "clunkers" would have been just fine by reasonable standards...people just wanted a good deal on a new car. Plus, I figure if I'm nice to it, I can put 100,000 more miles on that car. Jon's Jeep is 100,000 miles ahead of my car and still going strong.
So, for Christmas, I get my car back!
Now I just have to deal with three, YES THREE different versions of "Run Rudolph Run" to help pay for the repair (and all the other living expenses) at work. I counted 15 plays of that fucking song yesterday. Yes, run, Rudolph, run right in front of a Peterbilt on the freeway. Then that will be the end of you.
Jon left for work quite some time ago. Nice to have some time to myself and not leave for work an hour to four hours early...although the four hour early days I usually have tea with a pal. And I do think I am going to continue the tradition as long as I don't work until 1 30 or 2 30 on freight days. That could change due to the corporate office's weird ideas on freight...but I am not going to volunteer to do freight at 5 am...and the powers that be will have to force me into it.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Still no car
The car was dropped off early Monday morning. It is now Friday. I've been told many things regarding the finish date; most recently, that it would be today. So wrong. They keep it the weekend. If they don't put the damn thing back together on Monday I am going to go ballistic. Who knows, maybe I'll be one of those horrible screaming people who score large discounts by being assholes. It's definitely possible. This is ridiculous for a job that I was told would take two days. I knew it was a big job. I want it done correctly. I also want it done in a timely manner.
I'm sorry, maybe you should run your garage a little differently and take appointments? Or maybe refuse to do oil changes, install batteries, and other piddly little bullshit like install windshield wipers which even the minimum wage workers at Auto Zone will do for you...for free? The only reason I even know any of that goes on in there is that my mother in law took her car in there today to get a blower motor for her call installed so that her car is a little safer in the rain and snow. I guess she didn't realize how bad it was until she drove Jon home one day when it was raining. She came over to use our bathroom because there isn't one in the garage and the restroom at the BP was disgusting. I don't blame her. But she said idiots were having the mechanics install windshield wipers and such. Isn't that kind of like paying a surgeon to prescribe cold medicine? I hate stupidity.
I spent tons of cash-ola on things like toilet paper. Then Jon went to work and I was to wait until they called about the car. They never did, of course, so I called them. Such great news. Fuckers. Fix the damn thing! Jon is now at work and I am drinking whiskey sours while dying my hair and killing time on the computer while watching Hoarders.
We both work tomorrow, of course. I almost don't even care what the bill is for this repair. I just want this all over with.
The diagnosis? My 2 timing chains...(oh, joy there's two!) and two lifters. At least, as far as I know. Jon has been dealing with them. They don't seem particularly welcoming to women. I hate that.
I'm sorry, maybe you should run your garage a little differently and take appointments? Or maybe refuse to do oil changes, install batteries, and other piddly little bullshit like install windshield wipers which even the minimum wage workers at Auto Zone will do for you...for free? The only reason I even know any of that goes on in there is that my mother in law took her car in there today to get a blower motor for her call installed so that her car is a little safer in the rain and snow. I guess she didn't realize how bad it was until she drove Jon home one day when it was raining. She came over to use our bathroom because there isn't one in the garage and the restroom at the BP was disgusting. I don't blame her. But she said idiots were having the mechanics install windshield wipers and such. Isn't that kind of like paying a surgeon to prescribe cold medicine? I hate stupidity.
I spent tons of cash-ola on things like toilet paper. Then Jon went to work and I was to wait until they called about the car. They never did, of course, so I called them. Such great news. Fuckers. Fix the damn thing! Jon is now at work and I am drinking whiskey sours while dying my hair and killing time on the computer while watching Hoarders.
We both work tomorrow, of course. I almost don't even care what the bill is for this repair. I just want this all over with.
The diagnosis? My 2 timing chains...(oh, joy there's two!) and two lifters. At least, as far as I know. Jon has been dealing with them. They don't seem particularly welcoming to women. I hate that.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Sunday Morning
Unplanned sleepovers happen. Especially when someone locks their keys in their car and the other key is at their mom's house and it is the lively time of 3 am. I do not own a wire coat hanger so Dave couldn't even try that. We did try the poking a hole in a tennis ball then squashing it over the lock of a car that has auto locks but that didn't work. Didn't figure it would, but hell, have tennis ball could possibly travel. So Dave spent "the night"-- all of almost 4 hours-- on the couch. Why such a short night? I have to leave for work at 10 am and Dave's mom lives 45 minutes or so away, one direction, and of course, isn't planning to come out here to work today. She usually works in Farmington which is much much closer.
Dave said he'll give us some gas money. I ordinarily wouldn't take it, but this Jeep eats half a tank of gas every two days that both Jon and I work, so we need fuel money until my more economical car is repaired. Not sure how long that is going to take. It's on my to-do list for tomorrow.
To Do List:
Take car to mechanic. Have him fix lots of things.
Go to insurance office, put insurance on the Jeep. Would have done so Friday, but it was a sacred shopping holiday so the God of Capitalism could be worshiped so the insurance office was closed. So I am technically driving illegally but it couldn't be helped.
Go to Secretary of State and transfer title, get tags. Mental note: go to small unknown office so horrible 4 hour wait in line at big, well known office won't happen.
Take well-deserved nap.
Dave said he'll give us some gas money. I ordinarily wouldn't take it, but this Jeep eats half a tank of gas every two days that both Jon and I work, so we need fuel money until my more economical car is repaired. Not sure how long that is going to take. It's on my to-do list for tomorrow.
To Do List:
Take car to mechanic. Have him fix lots of things.
Go to insurance office, put insurance on the Jeep. Would have done so Friday, but it was a sacred shopping holiday so the God of Capitalism could be worshiped so the insurance office was closed. So I am technically driving illegally but it couldn't be helped.
Go to Secretary of State and transfer title, get tags. Mental note: go to small unknown office so horrible 4 hour wait in line at big, well known office won't happen.
Take well-deserved nap.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Poof Goes the Money
So more excitement.
Had a good start yesterday, nice thrift store shopping and such. Went to go buy groceries because our fridge contains the following contents: milk (probably expired), vodka, and condiments and the freezer contains: one severely freezer burned package of chicken, half eaten bag of garlic toast and ice. The cupboards contain: some ramen noodles, and lipton rice sides or something...and of course car all of a sudden (even though it was driven earlier in the day) beings making horrible engine ticking. The ticking gets louder the faster you rev the engine. I look it up. Timing chain and timing chain tensioner is probably the culprit. Oh, yay. Now I know what that check engine light was for. Since I don't want to blow up my engine, which is good, just needs expensive new parts, it is parked and is a pretty yellow driveway ornament, which is sad making.
Lots of stress later, we have kind of figured out a plan. Is it a good plan, eh, not really. Will it work, I hope so. So I am unexpectedly off work today because I can't hitch a ride with anyone because I live far far away and I don't have access to another car. Jon biked over to his mom's house and borrowed her car to take himself to work but has to have it back by such and such a time, so I couldn't have driven it to work anyway.
Called work, they were surprisingly humane, explained the situation, I lose my holiday pay, which sucks, but nothing can be done about it, and have put plan into action with the help of Ruth and Joe, whom are saving my ass whether they know it or not.
I went all drama queen on Jon last night, because I understandably upset, and he was very nice to me and listened to me be ridiculous and figured out most of the details. I don't often do that to him, and its a credit to him that when I am falling apart he can hold it all together. I guess that's one of the many reasons I married him. It works both ways, though.
Everything is messed up at the moment.
Even my power bill. I went online to pay it because I neglected to buy stamps again. The paper statement conflicted with the online statement. On paper, I owe $99; online I have a credit of $52. I know which I like better, but I figure I better call customer service so this too won't bite me in the ass unplanned. I told the guy the meter reader came out, I let him read the meter, then a week later another meter reader came out and read the meter, which I thought was odd, but eh, whatever, right? And he said, "Oh, well, that's what happened, we've been estimating your bill for a while and its finally gotten corrected. So, you ignore this statement, the meter readers will be out again soon and then you'll have a bill minus the $52 credit." Okay. I'll take a $52 credit any day. I'm just glad I don't owe SOMEONE on this planet a jillion dollars. To be fair, a jillion dollars to me is anything over $200.
I owe Wells Fargo a jillion dollars for buying my house, I will owe Ruth and Joe a jillion dollars for a Jeep...and will owe a jillion dollars to the mechanic to fix my car (or my parents or a credit card company depending on which option I select to pay for the car). I should select my parents but that sucks and makes me feel like a kid who can't solve her own problems, but, as far as I know, they don't charge interest.
My old neighbor in Ohio died. Makes me soooo sad. He died sometime between yesterday and today which makes me wonder if it was during my freak out period in which I told Jon, "I feel like someone died" and cried a lot. He had Creutzfeld-Jakob Disease
He had only been diagnosed a month ago. Melvin meant a lot to all of us, and, growing up, he was one of the small handful of people I knew. Living next door in the country means having bigger boundaries but you get to know your neighbors more thoroughly. He was a good man and I am sad I won't get to see him at least one more time.
I found out on Facebook. Melvin's wife had posted it. I hate the use of face face for the purpose of death notification. Seems an unecessarily cold way to find out that someone died. My cousin, Erin, did text me as well. I'd still prefer a phone call. But I am glad someone thinks to tell me these things since I am not just a half an hour down the road anymore.
Had a good start yesterday, nice thrift store shopping and such. Went to go buy groceries because our fridge contains the following contents: milk (probably expired), vodka, and condiments and the freezer contains: one severely freezer burned package of chicken, half eaten bag of garlic toast and ice. The cupboards contain: some ramen noodles, and lipton rice sides or something...and of course car all of a sudden (even though it was driven earlier in the day) beings making horrible engine ticking. The ticking gets louder the faster you rev the engine. I look it up. Timing chain and timing chain tensioner is probably the culprit. Oh, yay. Now I know what that check engine light was for. Since I don't want to blow up my engine, which is good, just needs expensive new parts, it is parked and is a pretty yellow driveway ornament, which is sad making.
Lots of stress later, we have kind of figured out a plan. Is it a good plan, eh, not really. Will it work, I hope so. So I am unexpectedly off work today because I can't hitch a ride with anyone because I live far far away and I don't have access to another car. Jon biked over to his mom's house and borrowed her car to take himself to work but has to have it back by such and such a time, so I couldn't have driven it to work anyway.
Called work, they were surprisingly humane, explained the situation, I lose my holiday pay, which sucks, but nothing can be done about it, and have put plan into action with the help of Ruth and Joe, whom are saving my ass whether they know it or not.
I went all drama queen on Jon last night, because I understandably upset, and he was very nice to me and listened to me be ridiculous and figured out most of the details. I don't often do that to him, and its a credit to him that when I am falling apart he can hold it all together. I guess that's one of the many reasons I married him. It works both ways, though.
Everything is messed up at the moment.
Even my power bill. I went online to pay it because I neglected to buy stamps again. The paper statement conflicted with the online statement. On paper, I owe $99; online I have a credit of $52. I know which I like better, but I figure I better call customer service so this too won't bite me in the ass unplanned. I told the guy the meter reader came out, I let him read the meter, then a week later another meter reader came out and read the meter, which I thought was odd, but eh, whatever, right? And he said, "Oh, well, that's what happened, we've been estimating your bill for a while and its finally gotten corrected. So, you ignore this statement, the meter readers will be out again soon and then you'll have a bill minus the $52 credit." Okay. I'll take a $52 credit any day. I'm just glad I don't owe SOMEONE on this planet a jillion dollars. To be fair, a jillion dollars to me is anything over $200.
I owe Wells Fargo a jillion dollars for buying my house, I will owe Ruth and Joe a jillion dollars for a Jeep...and will owe a jillion dollars to the mechanic to fix my car (or my parents or a credit card company depending on which option I select to pay for the car). I should select my parents but that sucks and makes me feel like a kid who can't solve her own problems, but, as far as I know, they don't charge interest.
My old neighbor in Ohio died. Makes me soooo sad. He died sometime between yesterday and today which makes me wonder if it was during my freak out period in which I told Jon, "I feel like someone died" and cried a lot. He had Creutzfeld-Jakob Disease
He had only been diagnosed a month ago. Melvin meant a lot to all of us, and, growing up, he was one of the small handful of people I knew. Living next door in the country means having bigger boundaries but you get to know your neighbors more thoroughly. He was a good man and I am sad I won't get to see him at least one more time.
I found out on Facebook. Melvin's wife had posted it. I hate the use of face face for the purpose of death notification. Seems an unecessarily cold way to find out that someone died. My cousin, Erin, did text me as well. I'd still prefer a phone call. But I am glad someone thinks to tell me these things since I am not just a half an hour down the road anymore.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
End of November
Thursday, November 17, 2011
My hormones talk, I think
It doesn't often happen, but I am puzzled as to what course of action I should take.
My check engine light continues to stay on, sigh, and I should have it checked out. However, this is the pay period with the big bills and not much money left over so I don't know what to do if the guys are all like, uh, you need a HUGE EXPENSIVE THINGY!!!! Besides the "hey, you still need a new timing chain" yeah, I know...its like over a thousand dollars that I find impossible to save but not for lack of trying. We need so many things.
Jon literally has two pairs of underwear and I have one pair of pants. While I do tend to buy clothes at places like the Salvation Army I am increasingly disgusted by the number of Cadillac and Lexus owners who apparently buy everything worth taking that might be of use to someone with less money. I think they should request to view pay stubs before allowing admittance. Sorry, if you can drive a Lexus and still manage to eat and make house payments, then you don't need to shop there.
So I suppose I should bite the bullet and ask to borrow money from my parents, which I really really don't want to do. I'm an adult, and I don't want to run crying to Mom because I can't cough up 1200 bucks to maintain my car, but looks like I'm going to have to do just that. In the summer, this wouldn't be as much of an issue, but of course, I saw damned snowflakes today and that means the furnace must eat gas.
Also I want Jon to have a Jeep. Yes, I do. I am tired of running his butt around and the extra mileage on my car. It won't save any gas but I will be a happier me and Jon will be a happier he. He is tired of relying on a combination of me and his parents to get him to and from work because of car sharing. I thought he wanted to sell his old Fender on Ebay to help with this but he says he worries that if he does that, then he has nothing really valuable left to sell if we get in a bad spot. So, who knows? It's his and therefore, it is up to him. And its not bad logic. He'd have would have had to sell it if he hadn't gotten hired at Burger King by now.
Maybe TSC will spit out the tax forms early this coming January. That'd be nice. That $1000 was really handy last spring what with car insurance being due and Jon not working. Of course we file jointly now and I have no idea when Jon would get his form.
Jon is having small panic attacks daily. His district manager is working all shifts for two weeks. This is day three. He is soooo worried about getting fired that I don't even know what that would do to his mental health at this point. He says the best thing about working is not sitting around wondering what he's going to do all day and how we are going to eat...but the worst thing is the fear that that could be taken away. And, of course, he tells me corporate is coming in tomorrow to fix something and if you look at them funny or do something wrong, you're history. I tend to think he's over reacting, but I've never worked at a job in fast food so I can't argue effectively. So we shall see how all of this goes.
Thanksgiving is next week. How....odd. I don't feel like a holiday is imminent. I have no plans. I imagine I shall wait for Jon to get home from work. He still doesn't have a schedule for next week.
Hmmm....someone is outside...probably looking for Jon, who is at work. Yep. Dave. While I like most of Jon's friends, sometimes I get tired of seeing them. Oh, its not that they are rude or refuse to leave, nothing like that, but could we just have a day when Dave, Levon, or Shane can just pretend we don't exist? I'm sure we actually do have those days, once or twice a week...seems like it should be more often. I dunno...maybe since I am rarely at home I value my time there more highly than I should. Or, well, I don't mind as much if I am drinking, because I rarely have much to say to any of these fellows because they are playing Magic, mostly, or jabbering relentlessly about Call of Duty and frankly I am bored...and if its a subject on which I am not bored, then I apparently have such odd points of view (especially concerning religion) that I can too easily offend. I am blunt but I have never insulted anyone's religion. I have friends of many religions so I don't understand why talking about this subject should be taboo. To me, its like saying "I like nachos." and then someone disagreeing and saying "I don't like nachos." And yet another person saying, "Nachos are good with green pepper...." Meh, I guess I'm weird.
I am rambling. I am sure this is PMS, but as always, unless it hits me in the head, I don't really know. I am restless and emotional for no particular reason. I want vodka and Pepsi...yes, in that order. It is winter and I become a seasonal drinker. I drink to be warm and to combat stress from horrible holiday shoppers. No, I don't mix the two, I sort of do something awful and chug the vodka directly from the bottle then chase it with a sip of Pepsi...Jon used to shake his head at me and say this was so horrible and that I was going to become an alcoholic, this was years ago. Now, he says, hell, if the bills are all paid and we have food and gas, go ahead and buy the vodka! I think he realizes that I really do limit myself even if it doesn't seem like I do. I rarely am hungover despite drinking a fifth in three days. I would be too whiny at work if I were hungover.
My check engine light continues to stay on, sigh, and I should have it checked out. However, this is the pay period with the big bills and not much money left over so I don't know what to do if the guys are all like, uh, you need a HUGE EXPENSIVE THINGY!!!! Besides the "hey, you still need a new timing chain" yeah, I know...its like over a thousand dollars that I find impossible to save but not for lack of trying. We need so many things.
Jon literally has two pairs of underwear and I have one pair of pants. While I do tend to buy clothes at places like the Salvation Army I am increasingly disgusted by the number of Cadillac and Lexus owners who apparently buy everything worth taking that might be of use to someone with less money. I think they should request to view pay stubs before allowing admittance. Sorry, if you can drive a Lexus and still manage to eat and make house payments, then you don't need to shop there.
So I suppose I should bite the bullet and ask to borrow money from my parents, which I really really don't want to do. I'm an adult, and I don't want to run crying to Mom because I can't cough up 1200 bucks to maintain my car, but looks like I'm going to have to do just that. In the summer, this wouldn't be as much of an issue, but of course, I saw damned snowflakes today and that means the furnace must eat gas.
Also I want Jon to have a Jeep. Yes, I do. I am tired of running his butt around and the extra mileage on my car. It won't save any gas but I will be a happier me and Jon will be a happier he. He is tired of relying on a combination of me and his parents to get him to and from work because of car sharing. I thought he wanted to sell his old Fender on Ebay to help with this but he says he worries that if he does that, then he has nothing really valuable left to sell if we get in a bad spot. So, who knows? It's his and therefore, it is up to him. And its not bad logic. He'd have would have had to sell it if he hadn't gotten hired at Burger King by now.
Maybe TSC will spit out the tax forms early this coming January. That'd be nice. That $1000 was really handy last spring what with car insurance being due and Jon not working. Of course we file jointly now and I have no idea when Jon would get his form.
Jon is having small panic attacks daily. His district manager is working all shifts for two weeks. This is day three. He is soooo worried about getting fired that I don't even know what that would do to his mental health at this point. He says the best thing about working is not sitting around wondering what he's going to do all day and how we are going to eat...but the worst thing is the fear that that could be taken away. And, of course, he tells me corporate is coming in tomorrow to fix something and if you look at them funny or do something wrong, you're history. I tend to think he's over reacting, but I've never worked at a job in fast food so I can't argue effectively. So we shall see how all of this goes.
Thanksgiving is next week. How....odd. I don't feel like a holiday is imminent. I have no plans. I imagine I shall wait for Jon to get home from work. He still doesn't have a schedule for next week.
Hmmm....someone is outside...probably looking for Jon, who is at work. Yep. Dave. While I like most of Jon's friends, sometimes I get tired of seeing them. Oh, its not that they are rude or refuse to leave, nothing like that, but could we just have a day when Dave, Levon, or Shane can just pretend we don't exist? I'm sure we actually do have those days, once or twice a week...seems like it should be more often. I dunno...maybe since I am rarely at home I value my time there more highly than I should. Or, well, I don't mind as much if I am drinking, because I rarely have much to say to any of these fellows because they are playing Magic, mostly, or jabbering relentlessly about Call of Duty and frankly I am bored...and if its a subject on which I am not bored, then I apparently have such odd points of view (especially concerning religion) that I can too easily offend. I am blunt but I have never insulted anyone's religion. I have friends of many religions so I don't understand why talking about this subject should be taboo. To me, its like saying "I like nachos." and then someone disagreeing and saying "I don't like nachos." And yet another person saying, "Nachos are good with green pepper...." Meh, I guess I'm weird.
I am rambling. I am sure this is PMS, but as always, unless it hits me in the head, I don't really know. I am restless and emotional for no particular reason. I want vodka and Pepsi...yes, in that order. It is winter and I become a seasonal drinker. I drink to be warm and to combat stress from horrible holiday shoppers. No, I don't mix the two, I sort of do something awful and chug the vodka directly from the bottle then chase it with a sip of Pepsi...Jon used to shake his head at me and say this was so horrible and that I was going to become an alcoholic, this was years ago. Now, he says, hell, if the bills are all paid and we have food and gas, go ahead and buy the vodka! I think he realizes that I really do limit myself even if it doesn't seem like I do. I rarely am hungover despite drinking a fifth in three days. I would be too whiny at work if I were hungover.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Vincent the Bunny and Horse Pee Man
Vincent the Bunny has somehow decided he can magically jump two feet into the air onto Jon's old toy box and look out the window. At least that's where he was this morning when I heard noises and went to check on him. I guess that's a hint: Vincent needs a ramp because he wants to look out the window and watch dogs frolic around the backyard:) I am off tomorrow, I can figure something out then. I put him back onto the floor in case he couldn't get back down, but somehow I am certain he has done this before. He's a funny little floofle, quite entertaining, actually.
Work was weird yesterday. The guys were all "Squeee!!!!!" and I couldn't figure out why and then Jason started yapping like a teenage girl to this one guy and I'm still like....um, ???? Why are you ALL going "SQEEE!!!!" They finally clued me in...apparently the Tiger's third baseman was in our store shopping. They told me his name but I'd never heard of him and promptly forgot it. Just out of curiosity I looked him up online. Brandon Inge...or something. He was a small guy, about the size of Ruth's husband, Joe, and the most polite person I rang up all day. Really. He bought 450 dollars worth of Carhartt clothing and boots and left. The guys were still going "SQUUEEEEE!" Nice to know one of the guys who makes an absurd amount of money a year is actually polite to people who work in stores.
I had a couple really nasty customers yesterday. My favorite is was the one who screamed "ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE WORKING IN THIS STORE?" Nope, there's two of us at the moment, our third is at lunch, I replied. I paged Jason. Apparently the rude horrid man wanted to buy horse pee!!!! He seemed to believe horse pee keeps racoons at bay because someone told him so. I think he was being an ass to someone and they were messing with him. I told him he'd have to find someone who has horses and get some pee from them if he wanted an answer. But, no apparently, he didn't like that idea and thinks somehow, that horse pee comes pre-bottled from some weird company that makes their money bottling horse pee. Last I checked, horses are not natural predators for racoons. The only natural predator for racoons that I've ever known is my grandfather. He'd kill hundreds of them during coon season and sell their pelts.
The very next customer was nice and shaking his head over horse pee customer's rudeness. He was very sweet. He said he couldn't believe how that guy acted. I think there should be a rudeness surcharge and it should go straight into my wallet.
Work was weird yesterday. The guys were all "Squeee!!!!!" and I couldn't figure out why and then Jason started yapping like a teenage girl to this one guy and I'm still like....um, ???? Why are you ALL going "SQEEE!!!!" They finally clued me in...apparently the Tiger's third baseman was in our store shopping. They told me his name but I'd never heard of him and promptly forgot it. Just out of curiosity I looked him up online. Brandon Inge...or something. He was a small guy, about the size of Ruth's husband, Joe, and the most polite person I rang up all day. Really. He bought 450 dollars worth of Carhartt clothing and boots and left. The guys were still going "SQUUEEEEE!" Nice to know one of the guys who makes an absurd amount of money a year is actually polite to people who work in stores.
I had a couple really nasty customers yesterday. My favorite is was the one who screamed "ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE WORKING IN THIS STORE?" Nope, there's two of us at the moment, our third is at lunch, I replied. I paged Jason. Apparently the rude horrid man wanted to buy horse pee!!!! He seemed to believe horse pee keeps racoons at bay because someone told him so. I think he was being an ass to someone and they were messing with him. I told him he'd have to find someone who has horses and get some pee from them if he wanted an answer. But, no apparently, he didn't like that idea and thinks somehow, that horse pee comes pre-bottled from some weird company that makes their money bottling horse pee. Last I checked, horses are not natural predators for racoons. The only natural predator for racoons that I've ever known is my grandfather. He'd kill hundreds of them during coon season and sell their pelts.
The very next customer was nice and shaking his head over horse pee customer's rudeness. He was very sweet. He said he couldn't believe how that guy acted. I think there should be a rudeness surcharge and it should go straight into my wallet.
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