There are days that leave me laughing, hysterically.
This morning, I had errands to run over in Washington. Since that qualifies as going “to town”, I took my Kindle because I wanted to download some books without hooking it up to the computer at home (no cell coverage, no high speed internet at home). I thought the library would be the perfect place to stop, seeing as how I love books. I went inside, took my 5 minutes to get my Kindle sync’ed, then because we live far away and I had more errands, I hit the little girl’s room. My daughter was with me, so she held my stuff while I went inside. I was alone in the restroom, which resembled an old school bathroom, complete with lots of empty space and old square tiles. The toilet seat was up, and although I’m a hoverer, I used the tip of my boot to put it down.
I should’ve known that an old toilet wouldn’t have one of those slow moving seats. No. This sucker slapped down against the toilet with the sound of a 38 Special going off. Because of the huge, empty, tiled bathroom area, it was heard in the library. Next thing I know, my daughter stuck her head in the room and said, “Mom…Sh! This is a library.” Oh, okay. Apparently, my kids think I have Alzheimer's.
And, I might.
After leaving the bathroom and finding out that my daughter wanted to use the restroom too, I warned her about the gunshot seat and told her I’d meet her in the truck. I headed toward the exit. There are two doors I had to walk through. I got to the first set of glass doors and stopped. I could “feel” people behind me, but I waited, and waited a little longer for the doors to open. Finally, I put my hand on the door and miracle of all miracles, the door swung open. It seems as if it was not an automatic door. That cracked me up, so I laughed and turned around to tell the guy walking behind me that I thought the doors would’ve opened for me. He chuckled, and said, “Not in this world, Princess.” The old lady behind him giggled.
I was ready for the next set of doors though, and put my hand up to push it open ahead of time. But, my hand met air. The doors were automatic! I turn to the guy behind me, and said, “Ha. You’re in my world now.”
The rest of my jaunts around town were not as exciting. The used musical instrument place did not carry guitar strings, but I was told to go to the pawn shop because they happen to sell new strings. I’ve never been in a pawn shop before. I have seen a television show of how they do business though. You can’t tell me that television doesn’t educate our youth. It helped me immensely . After I bought the new guitar string for my son, I held up my foot and asked how much they’d give me for my boots. Not that I was going to pawn them, but I wanted to see if they could tell I bought them for $50 on a 1/2 off clearance sale. The man would’ve given me $25. Not bad, since they’re 3 years old and have lots of wear in them.
All in all, I had a good day. How was your day?
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