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captainsblogOkay, only one of these three stories was really scary. Sorry; not even Count Floyd gets 'em all right:
* Driving to church at 10:something. The usual route; down North Forest-slash-Union, then a left onto Main. That corner's pretty congested and a little contested during weekday rush hours, as cars jockey to get out of the Tops parking lot, or in/out of the Mickey D's on the left, but Sunday mornings, the biggest problem is usually how damn long the light stays red. Not today. As I slowed to get into the left turn lane, dude in the green Toyota was hedging his bets between turning getting into that lane in front of me or going straight through the intersection. No signal, no intention of which was his ultimate choice among the two half-lanes he was in. Finally, he figured the logical choice was to slam into reverse and start heading BACKWARD. No, for once I didn't get hit, but as I inched around him to make the left (which was the choice I guess he didn't want), I just looked at him in horror at what almost happened. He smiled and waved,- younger-than me guy, with a family in the car, clueless as the day he was born.
And right after that I had to assist in leading a worship service. Good thing we don't serve sacramental wine, or I'd have been into it before the service started.
* The music settled me down nicely, though. We had a trio of flute, oboe and piano doing the prelude, choir accompaniment and offetory. All were lovely, but while the bulletin identified the former, it did not say what the offetory piece was, and I knew it, dammit. The soaring flute over the accompanists laying down the lower sounds. Finally, I remembered: it was used as the main motif in one of our longest-favorite films, I've Heard the Mermaids Singing. (It's the "Flower Duet" from Lakmé by Leo Delibes, and you can hear it at about the 1:20 mark of this rendition.) And then we served Holy Communion, for which the fork was irrelevant. (See the movie; you'll get that then.)
* Finally, to Wegmans. This was solo, as was church, since Eleanor was home finishing the laying-in of the kitchen floor which looks gawgis:) I only needed a few things, so I headed for the expressest of the express lanes- 7 items or fewer. Instantly, I counted trouble ahead: Mrs. Previous Customer was pushing closer to a dozen and didn't even have them loaded. I never complain in these situations, preferring to kill an offender with kindness if I sense 'tude on their part, by letting the person behind me go ahead if they've got even fewer items than I've got. Just as instantly, though, it was clear it wasn't an issue here. She apologized to the cashier for not seeing the limit on the sign, and when I saw a birthday card included in the order (and even helped rescue it from getting smooshed in the lip of the conveyor belt), I told her she was more than welcome to go over the limit when getting things out of kindness for other people. She then apologized to me, as well, and when I told her my rule was based on hearing the difference between "I'm sorry" and "I'm entitled," and that she clearly fit the first category, she thanked me and wished me a good week.
Thanks. I think I'll have one:)
* Driving to church at 10:something. The usual route; down North Forest-slash-Union, then a left onto Main. That corner's pretty congested and a little contested during weekday rush hours, as cars jockey to get out of the Tops parking lot, or in/out of the Mickey D's on the left, but Sunday mornings, the biggest problem is usually how damn long the light stays red. Not today. As I slowed to get into the left turn lane, dude in the green Toyota was hedging his bets between turning getting into that lane in front of me or going straight through the intersection. No signal, no intention of which was his ultimate choice among the two half-lanes he was in. Finally, he figured the logical choice was to slam into reverse and start heading BACKWARD. No, for once I didn't get hit, but as I inched around him to make the left (which was the choice I guess he didn't want), I just looked at him in horror at what almost happened. He smiled and waved,- younger-than me guy, with a family in the car, clueless as the day he was born.
And right after that I had to assist in leading a worship service. Good thing we don't serve sacramental wine, or I'd have been into it before the service started.
* The music settled me down nicely, though. We had a trio of flute, oboe and piano doing the prelude, choir accompaniment and offetory. All were lovely, but while the bulletin identified the former, it did not say what the offetory piece was, and I knew it, dammit. The soaring flute over the accompanists laying down the lower sounds. Finally, I remembered: it was used as the main motif in one of our longest-favorite films, I've Heard the Mermaids Singing. (It's the "Flower Duet" from Lakmé by Leo Delibes, and you can hear it at about the 1:20 mark of this rendition.) And then we served Holy Communion, for which the fork was irrelevant. (See the movie; you'll get that then.)
* Finally, to Wegmans. This was solo, as was church, since Eleanor was home finishing the laying-in of the kitchen floor which looks gawgis:) I only needed a few things, so I headed for the expressest of the express lanes- 7 items or fewer. Instantly, I counted trouble ahead: Mrs. Previous Customer was pushing closer to a dozen and didn't even have them loaded. I never complain in these situations, preferring to kill an offender with kindness if I sense 'tude on their part, by letting the person behind me go ahead if they've got even fewer items than I've got. Just as instantly, though, it was clear it wasn't an issue here. She apologized to the cashier for not seeing the limit on the sign, and when I saw a birthday card included in the order (and even helped rescue it from getting smooshed in the lip of the conveyor belt), I told her she was more than welcome to go over the limit when getting things out of kindness for other people. She then apologized to me, as well, and when I told her my rule was based on hearing the difference between "I'm sorry" and "I'm entitled," and that she clearly fit the first category, she thanked me and wished me a good week.
Thanks. I think I'll have one:)
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Date: 2011-11-07 04:34 pm (UTC)