Monday started off as usual, I looked through mail while I had breakfast. I noticed my Sprint bill was about $4,000 higher than usual. I looked closer and saw apparently I made about 4000 calls to Jamaica. Funny, I don't remember calling Jamaica once. I called Sprint Customer Support. They are looking into it.
I cleared brush around my house on Sunday. Apparently I cleared Poison Oak in the process because after I got to work I broke out in itchy blotches. Nice.
I had an off site meeting after lunch. I didn't want to walk in late so I decided to eat my Greek salad while I drove. This plan worked flawlessly until I pulled into the parking lot and the damn salad jettisoned itself off the center console and onto my lap. I went into the men's room and tired, in vain, to wash the Greek dressing out of my pants. Classy.
Monday evening we met with an Orthodontist. Em needs braces. I feel bad for her. I never had them but I had friends who did and it doesn't sound fun. For the last 100 years GM paid all our dental expenses. This year they stopped. Braces cost about what a full XTR Carbonfiber Tomac is worth. It looks like I will be single speeding it this summer. That's fine, I dig my Inglis.
After sorting out my Sprint bill, dressing my poison oak, washing my pants, and considering the fate of my Tomac, I went for a ride. An excellent ride. That kind of ride that makes the other 22 hours of the day worth it. I'm not bitter anymore.
Monday started off as usual, I looked through mail while I had breakfast. I noticed my Sprint bill was about $4,000 higher than usual. I looked closer and saw apparently I made about 4000 calls to Jamaica. Funny, I don't remember calling Jamaica once. I called Sprint Customer Support. They are looking into it.
I cleared brush around my house on Sunday. Apparently I cleared Poison Oak in the process because after I got to work I broke out in itchy blotches. Nice.
I had an off site meeting after lunch. I didn't want to walk in late so I decided to eat my Greek salad while I drove. This plan worked flawlessly until I pulled into the parking lot and the damn salad jettisoned itself off the center console and onto my lap. I went into the men's room and tired, in vain, to wash the Greek dressing out of my pants. Classy.
Monday evening we met with an Orthodontist. Em needs braces. I feel bad for her. I never had them but I had friends who did and it doesn't sound fun. For the last 100 years GM paid all our dental expenses. This year they stopped. Braces cost about what a full XTR Carbonfiber Tomac is worth. It looks like I will be single speeding it this summer. That's fine, I dig my Inglis.
After sorting out my Sprint bill, dressing my poison oak, washing my pants, and considering the fate of my Tomac, I went for a ride. An excellent ride. That kind of ride that makes the other 22 hours of the day worth it. I'm not bitter anymore.
Ha ha! And I thought I had a rough day.
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That was funny. Well at least you are able to ride your bike. I'm starting to feel sorry for myself.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm starting to feel like I whine about stupid stuff.
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