What is wrong with you people?
Why does it take more than two weeks for you to deliver a card or letter or package? I'm sure what I send to Canada gets to the border in one or two DAYS.
Then what do you do with it?
Can you not read?
Do you have no little trucks to carry the mail?
Do you have only one employee?
Do you simply not give a fig?
Do you steal the stuff that looks good?
Do you even know what I'm talking about?
I am exasperated, frustrated, and fed up with you, Canada Post.
And I mean it.
Carol Schiess
Friday, January 9, 2015
Thursday, January 8, 2015
At Curves this morning . . .
. . . two women, both over 50, were talking about movies they had seen recently. I came in at the middle of their conversation.
#1: The theatre was nearly empty. I wondered if they're going to make it.
#2: Did you like the movie?
#1: Yes, and I really liked Gone Girl.
#2: Oh, so did I.
#1: I don't like fantasy or transformer stuff or anything like that.
#2: I've seen my share of transformer movies. I used to take my son until he was old enough to go by himself.
#1: Oh, yes.
#2: But I like stuff that is semi-true.
Me: Then you must love President Obama. (I didn't say it. I wasn't part of the conversation.)
#1: The theatre was nearly empty. I wondered if they're going to make it.
#2: Did you like the movie?
#1: Yes, and I really liked Gone Girl.
#2: Oh, so did I.
#1: I don't like fantasy or transformer stuff or anything like that.
#2: I've seen my share of transformer movies. I used to take my son until he was old enough to go by himself.
#1: Oh, yes.
#2: But I like stuff that is semi-true.
Me: Then you must love President Obama. (I didn't say it. I wasn't part of the conversation.)
* * *
Have you ever done metathesis? I have, as a joke. But today it just happened to me. Accidentally. My friend Patricia came into Curves about the time I was leaving. We spoke briefly.
When I was going out the door, I said, "Bye Trapicia."
Of course, I corrected it, but it shook me up a little bit. She assured me I'm not losing my mind.
I believe her.
I believe her.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Corrected
I asked for it, and I got it.
My sister Lucile reminds me of the chicken casserole my mother made with crispy Chinese noodles on top. Here's my side: it sounds familiar, but I don't remember it.
And I don't remember that she left a casserole in the oven every week for us when she went off to teach piano lessons in Mar Vista.
I do not doubt Lucile or her memory. In fact, I wonder why I don't remember.
My sister Lucile reminds me of the chicken casserole my mother made with crispy Chinese noodles on top. Here's my side: it sounds familiar, but I don't remember it.
And I don't remember that she left a casserole in the oven every week for us when she went off to teach piano lessons in Mar Vista.
I do not doubt Lucile or her memory. In fact, I wonder why I don't remember.
* * *
New subject. Another friend has died. Evelyn. If the weather and roads allow, I will go to her funeral Saturday morning.
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