Last week, the 10-year old washing machine drummer won the majority vote. What about this week?
It was one of those phone calls where I knew if I timed it right I could be done with it in a minute or two. The guy who carries our family’s insurance needed some additional information about my daughter’s car. I think all he needed was the odometer reading. I was trying to get a lower rate since she was driving it less. To be honest, though, when the Volvo is reaching close to 300,000 miles, does anyone really care about the specific odometer reading? The insurance guy did.
I finally got my daughter to text it to me so I could call it in. I didn’t want to talk to his assistants – I wanted to talk to him. He’s the one I have dealt with all of these years. I knew he’d do something useful with the information.
About once each day my dog Lucy runs into the back bedroom and cowers behind the pillows on my bed. It happens when I cook dinner, right about the time I make some noise grabbing a pot from the pile of cook-wear under the counter. You see, when I cook, Lucy thinks something bad is going to happen.
Why? The reason ticks me off, actually. It’s because…