OK, I feel like a jerk right now. A young (by young I mean teenager) girl with a flowery dress and thick glasses came to my door. I normally can see unusual people walk by my window and not answer the door, but at a quick glance it looked like my neighbor, so I answered it. “Hello ma’am, I’m trying for a scholarship…” I interrupted her and said, “oh hun I’m sorry, I’m not interested (didn’t she know I had a blog to write?!?!).”
After, I felt really guilty. I mean I know I don’t want to buy anything, but should I have heard her out even though that would have wasted her time? I mean, what if she went through a huge spiel and then I rejected her? Would she be irritated?
I remember when I was a junior cheerleader, we would go door to door in my hometown and sell those tins of Tootsie Rolls. People bought from us all the time. Now the idea seems like a wasteful venture…and potentially dangerous. Oh the times of innocence. Anyway, what do you do in that situation?
This week has been a mix of trying to work on a video project, running errands, and prepping for the yard sale I’m having Sunday (where Tanya from Eat, Laugh, Purr is joining me). I think there will be four of us in total selling stuff, and I really can’t wait to just get rid of the last of my clutter (even though by most standards, it’s not very much). I think it’s my last ditch effort in selling my old CD’s. If it doesn’t sell, I’m donating the rest to the library. I wish I had the foresight in the 90’s to know that eventually all music would be stored in “the cloud.”
So in my effort to become more Type B, the Universe decided to f with me and the very day I mentioned in this post how I avoid tickets…I got a ticket. It wasn’t for parking though. In fact it’s so stupid I could kick myself. I bought my car from a private seller back in Feb, but I never even noticed (and neither did anyone else till this week) that I didn’t have a front license plate.
Well, I got a ticket for $38, which if I fixed the problem would be reduced to $10. “OK, not bad,”I thought. I went to the DMV and it cost me $20 to get new front and back plates (they said it would be easier). Then I had to drive to the police station to prove I had them on correctly. I paid $10 for the ticket, then get this…they told me I had to pay another $10 to have an officer walk out with me to see the car.
Meanwhile, the Universe is having a serious laugh on my behalf and was waiting to see how I would react. But dammit I will prevail, so I said something slightly sarcastic, but with a friendly smile, to the admittedly sweet, older officer. He followed me out to my car and I continued to give him what I like to call, “shit-lite.” At least he was very nice and had a good sense of humor. Believe me it took a lot not to scream, “AREYOUF*CKINGKIDDINGME!”
And lastly, my neighbor next door is moving out. She is the one who turned our crappy looking shared backyard into a zen oasis a couple years ago, even though we seem to hardly ever use it. Turns out she is going to practically tear the whole thing down when she moves, with maybe the exception of just the deck. I’m not sure what I want to invest, if anything, in making it pretty. I also get nervous about who might be moving in, as our walls are paper thin and you hear everything. In my over six years here, I’ve been very fortunate to have good neighbors to my left and right.
That’s it from me. I really hope tonight The LA Kings win the Stanley Cup!! GoKingsGo!
What are you up to this weekend?
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