Friday, April 27, 2007
Yesterday was a weird day. You may think all of my comments about the suburbs mean I hate them. I don't. I grew up in a sort of suburb. But I live in Portland now, and there's just an obvious difference. For example...yesterday I went to visit with RSG and give a little help to a switcher (a PC to Mac transition is going on in that household). We had a lovely lunch at a lovely grill place, but at one point I about fell out of my chair and my jaw hit the table. At the table next to us, when their food arrived they held hands, lowered their heads, closed their eyes, and did a long long prayer, out loud. It wasn't just a "God is great" prayer. Wow.
Earlier that morning we had rushed off to the store to see if the scratch-it ticket I held truly was a winner for $20,000. We read the directions 20 times and from what we could tell, it was a $20,000 winner. On the back it said we'd have to claim our winnings (since they were that high) at the Salem headquarters and RSG figured it was a 45-minute drive. Oh, we'd drive there if need be, but let's do a little checky check first to just make sure it's really a winner. I think by now we all know what the outcome of that was. Let's just say the instructions on that scratch-it weren't quite clear.
So upon returning to RSGs and the pack of dogs we had left alone for 15 minutes, we discovered that the lovely basket of muffins on the table was empty but for two, and crumbs were all over the table. "Did you eat the muffins?" RSG asked me. "Uh, no." Oh. My. God. The dogs must have jumped onto the table and scarfed the muffins while we were gone. I took Wink out to visit the backyard and guess who had the shits? And guess who had the shits all day yesterday? And guess who had the shits on the white carpet upstairs last night? That would be Wink. I think we know who has the world's worst guest manners and who jumps on tables and eats food. So embarressing.