bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a trend i'd like to see continue there's a weird phenomenon at work right now. some one is leaving me tiny toys. last week when i went out side, there were two pretty much empty tiny-air plane drinking sized jim beam bottles and a small, green, might-be-a-triceratops?can't-really tell-cause-it's-wearing-a-party-hat-and-tooting-a-horn toy. and then today, when i came in, there was a tiny key ring sized 'Gun Smoke' lunch box sitting on the stairs outside. i guess it might be presumptuious to think they're for me, as there are 6 other people who work here. ok, i don't think they're for me at all, but i am keeping them. also, got a new battery for my car (whose new name is either lee majors or steve austin. i haven't decided yet) today. went to sears at the land mark mall, and hadn't even thought about the fact that you have to drive past the pentagon. i think the traffic made me realize it first. i was singing magnetic fields and lucksmiths songs to myself before i hit the long lines of rubbernecking traffic. the people were gross. stopping and gawking and taking pictures. pictures! how extremely uncooth do you have to be to be taking pictures?gross. plus, i was freaking the fuck out because i had to just jump my car TWICE yesterday to get it going, so the fact that it grudgingly started today at all was in itself a minor miracle and if my car stalled because chuckie and edna from morgantown WVa. *had* to get a macabre picture of a national tragedy....well....chuckie and enda would have gotten an earful of beth b. about respect to the dead, the wounded and your fellow motorists. but bill at sears? hands down, *the* nicest man ever. i'm going to write to sears and tell them how much i love bill. he made my fucking day. i probably won't make use of the word 'fucking', however. 3:45 p.m. - 2001-09-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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