StaceyMc
05-31-2006, 01:01 PM
I have had the stupidest things happen to me lately.
Saturday night, Joe and I are at WalMart, wasting time before a movie. I decided to use the restroom before leaving. There was one lady in a regular stall and three regular stalls open. The open stalls were all filthy and disgusting - toilets plugged up, etc. I figured I'd used the handicapped accessible stall and then go tell Customer Service that the bathroom needs some attention. Wouldn't you know, here comes a middle aged woman with a walker. I open the stall to leave and she starts b*tching at me. I apologized and told her that the remaining stalls were absolutely filthy. She continued to screamed at me while I washed my hands, slammed the stall door and called me a "rude f:censored: ing b*tch." Totally uncalled for. I considered telling her a few things, but then thought how it would look when she called the police and I was accused of fighting with a handicapped woman.
Last night, we were going to get my air conditioner out of storage at my parents. As we get in the car, the cell phone is ringing. The voicemail picks up before I can. When I listen to the voicemail, it's what I think is a child, leaving a threatening message. It went something like - Watch out at 12:00. Lock all your doors and windows because I'm coming to get you. I'm coming to get you, b*tch. I further believe it was a child because he didn't block his cell number. I called it back, no answer. I was hoping to get a parent. I then called the State Police, who called the number and left a message - Joe and I would have loved to have seen that child's face when "Trooper Whatever" from the PA State Police called him. This kid's parents need to know what he's doing with his cell phone. He really could have scared an elderly woman with that kind of stuff. I did, however, close my bedroom window at 11:30, just in case.
This morning, I wake up with what looks like a chemical burn on my face. I think the new face soap I bought and used before my "Clean Pore" lotion were too strong. It hurts and I look like an idiot. Mom told me to put cortizone on it, but don't get it in my eye. I told her "With my luck lately? Expect a telephone call from the ER."
Ok...enough goofy stuff already!
Saturday night, Joe and I are at WalMart, wasting time before a movie. I decided to use the restroom before leaving. There was one lady in a regular stall and three regular stalls open. The open stalls were all filthy and disgusting - toilets plugged up, etc. I figured I'd used the handicapped accessible stall and then go tell Customer Service that the bathroom needs some attention. Wouldn't you know, here comes a middle aged woman with a walker. I open the stall to leave and she starts b*tching at me. I apologized and told her that the remaining stalls were absolutely filthy. She continued to screamed at me while I washed my hands, slammed the stall door and called me a "rude f:censored: ing b*tch." Totally uncalled for. I considered telling her a few things, but then thought how it would look when she called the police and I was accused of fighting with a handicapped woman.
Last night, we were going to get my air conditioner out of storage at my parents. As we get in the car, the cell phone is ringing. The voicemail picks up before I can. When I listen to the voicemail, it's what I think is a child, leaving a threatening message. It went something like - Watch out at 12:00. Lock all your doors and windows because I'm coming to get you. I'm coming to get you, b*tch. I further believe it was a child because he didn't block his cell number. I called it back, no answer. I was hoping to get a parent. I then called the State Police, who called the number and left a message - Joe and I would have loved to have seen that child's face when "Trooper Whatever" from the PA State Police called him. This kid's parents need to know what he's doing with his cell phone. He really could have scared an elderly woman with that kind of stuff. I did, however, close my bedroom window at 11:30, just in case.
This morning, I wake up with what looks like a chemical burn on my face. I think the new face soap I bought and used before my "Clean Pore" lotion were too strong. It hurts and I look like an idiot. Mom told me to put cortizone on it, but don't get it in my eye. I told her "With my luck lately? Expect a telephone call from the ER."
Ok...enough goofy stuff already!