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Old(er) news, but still amazing.
Thanks CK
Are we inheritly good? Maybe not, but we could be if we tried really hard.
yesterday, as you may or may not know, was the day that Ben and Jerry’s (they make ice cream) free cone day(!!!), except that in one case, the manager was a big, fat meanie pants, and ended it early (sort of defeats the point, doesn’t it?).
Not to be outdone, but Baskin Robbins (remember them?) is offereing a 31-cent scoop night from 5pm-10pm.
Get you some!
Three Little Birds on writify
Discardia, a holiday devoted to purging yourself of things you don’t need, has begun. I’ve started off with a bang by getting rid of a healthy portion of clothing and inbox email. The scaryfull closet is next on the list. What can you do (of note, bad feelings towards others, or negative thoughts totally count)?
That’s a list I can actually support.
Sunday wasn’t such a great day for me. Without going into too much detail, the most distressing thing that happened was that I had left my check card at a restaurant in Mid-town New York and a couple hours later I was on a plane headed for my layover in Chicago. I realized what had happened when I was getting ready to eat dinner. Luckily, I had rememberd the receipt* and gave the restaurant a call. They had the card and said they would mail it to me.
I called them again on Monday afternoon and really stressed the fact that it was crucial that I had it (I had intentionally left my car parked at the airport with a smidge of gasoline, and was basically running on fumes, for instance) and asked if they would send it in the fastest manner possible, and that I’d be happy to pay for expedited shipping.
My card arrived Tuesday morning in a FedEx envelope, and at this moment, it doesn’t appear as though I’ve been charged for it.
*How I forgot my card while remembering my receipt is a subject open to much speculation, which leads to the thought that they actually forgot to bring me my card with the bill. Who can know?
I’m trying to buy a lens for my new camera, specifically, a Nikon 18-55mm VR because I want to take pictures with the new camera this weekend. The trouble is that I can’t order online and get it today (next-hour shipping hasn’t quite been invited yet). It sells for $179 online, but that doesn’t include shipping. So I deicded to see if Wolf Camera (who I don’t really like) sells them. There are three of them in Chattanooga, so I called them in order of proximity. The first two conversations went sort of like this:
Wolf Camera: “Wolf Camera, this is so-and-so”
Me: “Hi so-and-so. I am checking to see if you have a particular lens in stock.”
Wolf Camera: “…”
Me: “It is the Nikon 18-55mm VR”
Wolf Camera: “Let me check… no, we don’t have it. Sorry.”
I wasn’t optimistic, but needed to follow through. The last conversation went like this:
Wolf Camera: “Wolf Camera, this is so-and-so”
Me: “Hi so-and-so. I am checking to see if you have a particular lens in stock.”
Wolf Camera: “Sure! Which one is it?”
Me: “It is the Nikon 18-55mm VR”
Wolf Camera: “We sure do.”
Yay. $199 is totally worth being able to take pictures this weekend. (Look forward to that). More to the point, I was so pleased with the woman on this end of the phone. Sounds like she actually cares about her job. It made me happy.
