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captainsblogEleanor gave me all kinds of posted props earlier just for doing a solo grocery run this afternoon. The only thing I had trouble finding there was a farina/semolina grain which I don't think they even carry at Wegmans, so I took a quick run over to the little Indian grocery in the strip mall across Evans Street to pick it up. Eleanor warned me that it would be known there by its dot-not-feather name, and I helpfully thanked her for that tip, since I didn't know sooji like SHE knew sooji.
Those were actually among my easier stops on the day's Errand Express, which also took me to my office (locked), the bank, the video/CD store (going out of business, as every other record-shop business at the corner of Transit and Wehrle has over the last 20 years despite always seeming to be busy), and of greatest significance, the office supply place.
A couple of weeks ago, I ordered new business cards through the Office Max near my office. The employee who took the order was friendly, helpful and diligent about getting me word that the order had come in- even on a day when I was out all afternoon and let my office answering machine overflow, she had the presence of mind to fax me confirmation that the cards were ready.
Or, rather, were sort-of ready. I'd made one significant change on them, going from my old adelphia.net domain to roadrunner.com, and they got that part right, but managed to misspell the unchanged part of my name on the other side of the at-sign. Still, it only took a few extra days for the redo, and Lori again called- after 6 p.m. on the 23rd- to let me know they were finally there. I didn't get in there until today, and the cards were fine this time, but the hardest part was convincing them that I still owed them for the sale, since the invoice had "PAID" written on it. The cashier likewise almost let me out the door without charging me, but I insisted on them being paid for a job well done.
That led to the stop at Wegmans- my wife's employer and a long-time client of mine, where, bless me Father, I shoplifted.
In hindsight, I know exactly how it happened. The item in question was a bottle of ancho chili powder, the sekrit ingredient in Eleanor's delicioso chicken dish from Christmas night. Just as I was picking up the product, I spotted two co-workers from my office in the spice aisle- the owner of my office building and his wife, having a spirited discussion over a 10-cent difference between two other spices on the rack. I showed them the $9.99 bottle that I'd been sent out to get, just so they'd know that some spices on that shelf cost a bit more than a buck, and while they laughed about it, I absent-mindedly shoved it into my coat pocket. Of course I will head to the service desk tomorrow and pay for it. Not only are the people there deserving, you do NOT want to mess with the karma when it comes to Wegmans.
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When I got home, Em had decamped to the boyfriend's house for the rest of the day, and the two of us continued an occasional Christmas tradition we began a few years back, of watching Life of Brian during and after dinner. After last night's Who special, though, it was even stranger hearing the chants of "The Master! Speak to us, Master! How shall we go away, Master?"
Just come back next week, Master, that's all I ask....
Those were actually among my easier stops on the day's Errand Express, which also took me to my office (locked), the bank, the video/CD store (going out of business, as every other record-shop business at the corner of Transit and Wehrle has over the last 20 years despite always seeming to be busy), and of greatest significance, the office supply place.
A couple of weeks ago, I ordered new business cards through the Office Max near my office. The employee who took the order was friendly, helpful and diligent about getting me word that the order had come in- even on a day when I was out all afternoon and let my office answering machine overflow, she had the presence of mind to fax me confirmation that the cards were ready.
Or, rather, were sort-of ready. I'd made one significant change on them, going from my old adelphia.net domain to roadrunner.com, and they got that part right, but managed to misspell the unchanged part of my name on the other side of the at-sign. Still, it only took a few extra days for the redo, and Lori again called- after 6 p.m. on the 23rd- to let me know they were finally there. I didn't get in there until today, and the cards were fine this time, but the hardest part was convincing them that I still owed them for the sale, since the invoice had "PAID" written on it. The cashier likewise almost let me out the door without charging me, but I insisted on them being paid for a job well done.
That led to the stop at Wegmans- my wife's employer and a long-time client of mine, where, bless me Father, I shoplifted.
In hindsight, I know exactly how it happened. The item in question was a bottle of ancho chili powder, the sekrit ingredient in Eleanor's delicioso chicken dish from Christmas night. Just as I was picking up the product, I spotted two co-workers from my office in the spice aisle- the owner of my office building and his wife, having a spirited discussion over a 10-cent difference between two other spices on the rack. I showed them the $9.99 bottle that I'd been sent out to get, just so they'd know that some spices on that shelf cost a bit more than a buck, and while they laughed about it, I absent-mindedly shoved it into my coat pocket. Of course I will head to the service desk tomorrow and pay for it. Not only are the people there deserving, you do NOT want to mess with the karma when it comes to Wegmans.
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When I got home, Em had decamped to the boyfriend's house for the rest of the day, and the two of us continued an occasional Christmas tradition we began a few years back, of watching Life of Brian during and after dinner. After last night's Who special, though, it was even stranger hearing the chants of "The Master! Speak to us, Master! How shall we go away, Master?"
Just come back next week, Master, that's all I ask....
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Date: 2009-12-27 01:26 am (UTC)*g* Try having to talk about a 'master shot' (wide film shot) or, worse, the 'master folder' (folder with all the original forms for copying). to denote the latter for the Whoniverse conference I taped a pic of the Master from 'The Sound of Drums' (3.12) to the front.
Just come back next week, Master, that's all I ask....
The Master always returns. :)
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Date: 2009-12-29 07:32 am (UTC)