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That Feeling When…

In no particular order and not all from any one day…

TFW your UPS app says your package is coming by 3:45pm and lets you track your package and at 3:40 it’s two streets away and at 3:46 they change the status to “End of Day” and the truck has driven right past your street and is now 2 streets away on the other side and moving away… Wait! Waaaaait! I’m back this way…. Continue reading “That Feeling When…”

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Egad

A Saturday morning. The text says Peapod is on its way. We’re contactless for the moment so I pop out to leave the tip envelope at the mat outside.

The knock at the door tells me the driver is there. I knock on the window and wave, as he’s walking away.

He turns back to talk to me. He’s wearing a mask, as one should. I open the window to hear.

He explains that there is something in his truck that has spilled and smells bad. He says it seems like someone spilled vinegar or something in one of the bins. It turns out it was my bin, he says, so the bags were sitting in that; you won’t want to bring them into your house; you’ll want to unpack them outside.

I thank him for the warning.

When he walks away, I step outside to get started and it’s immediately apparent what he referred to. Continue reading “Egad”

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Non-problems and irks (sweating the small stuff)

There are real problems to ponder. Real issues to be irate about. Turn on the news; pandemics and natural disasters and the markets and the political nightmare-of-the-day.

Plenty of bigger matters.

But sometimes, the small stuff is just easier to focus my ire on. Like a rest for a weary mind.

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Cafeteria Fail

Like, that the disappointing pizzas in the cafeteria are allasudden mini pizzas, not slices.

They aren’t suddenly any better, mind you. It’s just a different size and shape. Single serving. This is probably coronavirus related. Not wanting people to touch things.

But: The boxes to carry away are for slices, not mini-pizzas. They don’t fit.

Also, the mini pizzas are roughly (I would guess) the equivalent of two slices (I always buy one slice). And there’s no prices for the mini pizzas. I doubt they’re free, but there’s nothing so much fun as not knowing the price of something when you buy it. Especially if you know going in you’re probably not going to eat it all, so … wasteful.

The calorie sticker they still have up is also the per-slice sticker. So there’s another mystery I wasn’t hoping to build into my day.

Whatever. I think I have a granola bar up at my desk.

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