I kinda sorta did that today. I don’t want to get into specifics, but I sent Toney (I thought) a message about a strange phone conversation I’d just had, and mistakenly sent it to the person I’d been speaking with.
It wasn’t too bad, what I wrote, but it still makes my stomach expand and contract every time I think about it. I even went on the internet to see if there’s some way to recall a text message, if the recipient hasn’t read it yet. Heh.
Have you ever done something similar? Tell us about it, won’t you? Use the comments section below.
I worked on the “book” for three solid days starting Thursday, and didn’t make as much progress as I’d hoped. I was wanting to be at the halfway mark, Chapter Thirteen, by today. Not quite.
But it’s gonna take as long as it takes. It won’t serve me to rush through it. I don’t mind putting in the work, but I’d really like for this project to be moved to the next step, already. A request for a fourth draft would be mighty disappointing.
Oh well. As the insufferable assholes say, it is what it is.
If you ordered one of the limited edition summer shirts, it should have arrived, or will be arriving momentarily. With a few unfortunate exceptions…
As I was processing the orders last week (and watching the ’75 World Series as usual), I got to the end of size XL, but still had nine envelopes calling for them. WTF?
I checked my paperwork, and saw that I was ten shirts short. The nine going into the envelopes, and one for Steve. What the hell, man? I’d never run into this problem before. The T-Shirt Lady always delivers exactly what I order.
So, I called her and she couldn’t understand it, either. She says the shirt counts are confirmed at four different points throughout the process. This is a problem she almost never encounters.
I got the feeling, and it’s probably just my paranoia talking, that she didn’t completely believe me. And I hate that. But, dammit, I’m ten shirts short!
So, roughly 95% of the limited editions have been mailed, and nine people who ordered XL are in a temporary holding pattern. I’m really sorry if you’re one of the people affected. I’ll be sending you an email, hopefully today.
And I was at a grocery store yesterday afternoon, buying a six pack of Troeg’s Pale Ale (which is very good indeed), and something completely ridiculous happened.
There were two guys there, checking out the beer selection. And when they finally made their decision, one went to the cash register to pay, and the other continued browsing all the way on the other side of the room.
The cashier, a woman with a red, scaly face, asked for the man’s ID. Then she hollered at the other guy, who looked to be about 35 years old, and asked to also see his license.
“What?” he said.
“I need to see your ID, as well. I need to check everybody in the party.”
“But I’m not buying any beer,” the guy said. “I don’t have my wallet or my license with me, ’cause I’m not driving or buying anything.”
The woman turned the key off on the cash register, in a dramatic fashion, and told them she wouldn’t be selling them any beer. And with that, she turned her back on them and walked away.
The two men, who had long since passed the age of 21, looked at each other in astonishment. Then they shrugged and left the store.
I saw them a few minutes later in the parking lot, getting into a truck with Connecticut plates. They were still talking about what had just happened, completely baffled. I wanted to shout, “Hey, welcome to Pennsylvania!” and thought I’d better just stay out of it.
But is that stoopid, or what? In this state they act like beer is plutonium, or something. Yet everybody’s a drunk… Go figure.
In grocery stores (the few actually granted a license) beer is separated from the general population, and has to be purchased from a dedicated beer cashier.
You can’t just pick up a six-pack and a sack of chips. In that case you’d have to make two purchases, in two different parts of the store. And if you make the mistake of buying the beer first, they’ll wrap that shit up like you’re preparing to mail it to Europe or something. It’s crazy.
Anyway, I’m going to start my work week real soon, and had better call it a day here. Let me know about your embarrassing text message errors, or anything else, for that matter. How’s the weekend going, for instance?
And I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.