We had important mail to send this past Tuesday, which happened to be "Inauguration Day."
We went directly to the Post Office; a mail box just wouldn't be sufficient for Landon's birthday card and a letter to Miles. The parking lot was very crowded; I stopped while Geeg went inside. Apparently, my position was not acceptable to a woman who was trying to leave the parking lot. Initally, she stopped, trying to decide how to get around me. There was plenty of room, but seeing her hesitation, I moved up slightly, just as she tried to make her move. This caused her to abruptly stop again. She finally passed me, with waving arms and cursing lips. Her dispositon was foul.
Clearly, it was with prejudicial profiling that I concluded she was a New Yorker. I also suspect she did not vote for Obama.
Which reminds me of an incident from last week. We were sitting on our deck with Marion and Jude. Someone looked up (a complete stranger), and said (to Jude) "you look like President Bush!" This made me very jealous since I, of course, aspire to resembling President Obama, but I'm not sure how I am going to grow my ears.
Ok.. so what is the GPS's Name???
ReplyDeleteJumping from subject to subject confuses me.
Name Please.. am I the winner??? huh??? hum???? HUh????? AND WHAT IS THE PRIZE????? IS THERE A PRESENT????
Love, Mema
Didn't mean to keep you hangin'; no name selected yet. However, I can announce for certain that the GPS will NOT be named "Hot Lips Sally." The unit is very boxy looking; no curves at all.
ReplyDeleteOkay - I'll make a decision right now - Mrs Poof; "Poof" for short.
She's got that kind of attitude.
The winner gets a round trip from Tampa to New Milford.
Congratulations, and thanks to all for your enthusiastic participation.