flightless hag

A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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Location: Philly

I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

June 22, 2011

The Fat Lady, She Has Sung

Mixed emotions today - my last day at my current school. Things went so crazy, I feel kind of shell-shocked. But I will miss my team, even though I know every single one of them will do well. They all rock!

OK, so I was shopping, and as I was in the checkout line, I was shocked... SHOCKED at the absolute laid-back attitude of the dude next to my check out lady. He said to MothMan - "hey, little Buddy!" Then he looks at me and says to me, "How ya doin, sister?"

Now, this gentleman was, I would say, late fifties? Italian-ish looking. But to call me SISTER? For goodness sakes. We aren't in Nifty Fifties here. You are not doo-wop man. But I smiled and put my card through, thereby purchasing my Diet Dr. Pepper.

As I moved to take my things, I noticed the woman behind me was a nun.


Sister, indeed.

And speaking of weird coincidence, last week, when I was getting some brownies for the church picnic (oops, forgot to make them!), I went to the wrong car.

Now, for most, this is excusable. But not for me. Those of you who know me know I drive the ghetto-mobile. An older subaru outback with a DOOR PANEL missing.

This was ANOTHER outback- same color - ALSO with a door panel missing! Whoda thunk? Wonder if theirs smells like old sock?

And now, off to hunt for jobs. Again. Sigh.