Joel and Barbara, my son and daughter-in-law, arrived here on Saturday evening for a two day visit, and this morning they left for Marco Island where JR has a Conference connected with his hopefully gainful employment. Joel said that the best Chinese buffet he ever went to was one we marched around in last time he was here. So that's where we took them for dinner. Afterward we went to Best Buy for a laptop because Rhoda and I battle each other for computer time. We came home and plugged the battery charger in the wall and the laptop did not charge. NOTHING WORKS! (See blog of Aug.6) We brought the laggard laptop back to the store on Sunday and the geek said he never, ever had a problem with a laptop charger cord. Yeah. Right. Then he provided us with a new charger cord. Well, at any rate, JR spent a good part of the day and evening of this "vacation" time lessoning RH on the vagaries of laptop computers. I think she'll be able to handle it. I HOPE she'll be able to handle it. You see, nothing works. For example, this morning after the visitors were on their way, Rho decided to go to the supermarket to pick up a few items we needed in the house. On the way out the door she had a small bag of garbage in one hand and a small blue wallet-size bag with her shopping list and coupons in the other. A few microseconds later she flew into the house and told me the story: she threw her coupons and shopping list into the dumpster and kept the bag of garbage which of course, Publix would not accept as a coupon. You see, NOTHING WORKS. And that's not the end of the story. I told her we'd take a couple of small ladders we had in the house, I'd climb into the dumpster, Walter Raleigh-like, retrieve her blue bag and leave the real bag of garbage where it belongs. Then climb out for my just reward. So I climbed into the dumpster, scooped up her coupon bag and then attempted to climb out of the garbage dump. Only problem was that I could only get one leg over the top of the dumpster trying to get out, and I simply could not get the other leg over the top. for my just reward. So I farted a few times, which is intestinal gas produced by bacterial action on waste matter in the intestines and composed primarily of hydrogen sulfide and varying amounts of methane. And after several of these expulsions I sort of jet propelled myself out of the dumpster with hardly any breath left at all and blood on my arms and leg from scratches I endured that required bandages sufficient enough to cover a small horse. It's the truth--nothing works. I will never jump into garbage again.
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"nothing works" and the right hand has no clue what the left one is doing either.....OH the HORROR of it all
When I heard the garbage story, my first reaction was relief, because I knew who would have been sent into the trash container if we had not already departed.
Baron acknowledges the fact-- as well as the truth of the fact-- that Joel would have been the first choice to be sent into the trash dumpster to retrieve some basically worthless information that might have remained as trash in the first place.
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