Something in the Air
My mouth has been constantly dropping for most of this year. I am in awe with just how many mistakes are made by so many people. My impression was that now, thanks to digital technology we're becoming a more perfect society but I am left scratching my head― and who on earth can I look up to. My door needs fixing. Who do I call? My car is making a noise, who do I call?
No, no, no, the answer is when can I find the time to repair it. It's all that simple. If you have a problem sorted out it's no longer a problem so one more 'teeth gritting' moment is out of the way. Such a relief to be independent― instead of relying on the services of a person who just didn't treat things with TLC as any home handyman can.
I was clearing the garden for visitors this festive season and while I tugged and chopped at tufts of grass I could hear from the other side of the fence, my neighbours were doing likewise but with some hired help operating a stump grinder for removing roots and all. That would mean a trip to the dump, I thought― with additional fees for my neighbour, thinking that they must have plenty of cash.
I advertised online recently to sell a garment steamer. A girl from Elanora answered my ad and said she'd be able to buy it next Friday. When the time came, she contacted me to offer five dollars less. I said; "If it's difficult to collect I will drop it in when I am down that way but I would be charging the full amount". She agreed and said if she's not home, the money would be stashed in the letterbox. I asked if it's safe and she told me it's a very safe area.
When I arrived at the address I noticed the front door was open so I gave a knock and my customer appeared. "Oh, the money's in the letterbox;" she said, squeezing past to get the money for me. She handed me thirty dollars and I said no, the fee was thirty five dollars. "Oh, that's right, thirty five if you drop it off;" she added. She then went in the house and miraculously another five dollars.
It wasn't long before I sat in the car with some extra cash. Wondering about this unusual sale, I looked up her facebook page. "U-huh," I said to myself. I was looking at a picture of the car that was stolen outside her house last week. Remembering her mentioning it was a safe neighbourhood I thought about the cash she had left in the letterbox. Scratching my head, I thought it's okay to tell a tall story these days but some people can hurl you into a meteoric storm of misleading comments.
My mouth has been constantly dropping for most of this year. I am in awe with just how many mistakes are made by so many people. My impression was that now, thanks to digital technology we're becoming a more perfect society but I am left scratching my head― and who on earth can I look up to. My door needs fixing. Who do I call? My car is making a noise, who do I call?
No, no, no, the answer is when can I find the time to repair it. It's all that simple. If you have a problem sorted out it's no longer a problem so one more 'teeth gritting' moment is out of the way. Such a relief to be independent― instead of relying on the services of a person who just didn't treat things with TLC as any home handyman can.
I was clearing the garden for visitors this festive season and while I tugged and chopped at tufts of grass I could hear from the other side of the fence, my neighbours were doing likewise but with some hired help operating a stump grinder for removing roots and all. That would mean a trip to the dump, I thought― with additional fees for my neighbour, thinking that they must have plenty of cash.
I advertised online recently to sell a garment steamer. A girl from Elanora answered my ad and said she'd be able to buy it next Friday. When the time came, she contacted me to offer five dollars less. I said; "If it's difficult to collect I will drop it in when I am down that way but I would be charging the full amount". She agreed and said if she's not home, the money would be stashed in the letterbox. I asked if it's safe and she told me it's a very safe area.
When I arrived at the address I noticed the front door was open so I gave a knock and my customer appeared. "Oh, the money's in the letterbox;" she said, squeezing past to get the money for me. She handed me thirty dollars and I said no, the fee was thirty five dollars. "Oh, that's right, thirty five if you drop it off;" she added. She then went in the house and miraculously another five dollars.
It wasn't long before I sat in the car with some extra cash. Wondering about this unusual sale, I looked up her facebook page. "U-huh," I said to myself. I was looking at a picture of the car that was stolen outside her house last week. Remembering her mentioning it was a safe neighbourhood I thought about the cash she had left in the letterbox. Scratching my head, I thought it's okay to tell a tall story these days but some people can hurl you into a meteoric storm of misleading comments.
What's this Covid thing anyway?
