Mrs. MM once took her car into the dealership for scheduled maintenance per the owner's manual. The guy behind the service desk asked if her husband had come with her, and might he (the front desk guy) speak to him (me). I wasn't there, nor did I need to be. The young fellow had no idea what fury was about to hit him. Thereafter, they treated her properly.
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On the other hand, I can't buy stuff for Kay at the local fabric and sewing store without a note.
The day I realized that I was old.
I teach PreK and was singing 'Five little monkeys'. When Momma called the doctor, I made a fist with my pinky and thumb sticking out as my phone. My entire class used a flat palm as theirs.
The day I realized that I was old.
I teach PreK and was singing 'Five little monkeys'. When Momma called the doctor, I made a fist with my pinky and thumb sticking out as my phone. My entire class used a flat palm as theirs.
I'm turning into my grandfather (he's no longer alive) and find myself slowing down to read street signs so much people honk at me.Driving at night. Don't know how many of you have problems with it but I do. Didn't used to bother me. I'm been told by the eye dr that I have the beginnings of cataracts. Still, I can see okay at night, it's primarily when we take the 40 mile trip to the big city and come back late. Country road, no lights, have to watch for deer and oncoming headlights (especially the jerks that don't dim their brights). It's a very tense experience, and I find myself gripping the steering wheel so hard it hurts my arthritis. Big semi's use the road as a short cut, cops rarely seen on it. It's like driving through a long tunnel. So I avoid it.
I can't read street signs at night. But I have those yellow-lens glare-glasses and it really does help at night when headlights are coming at you.