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24891 Re: My story from the other day....
   ..,after about the third stop the old guy was probably thinking you wa... 		ribit   POPE 5   17 Feb 2019
 4:57 AM
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   WOW what a story................ 		capt_nemo   POPE 5   17 Feb 2019
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My story from the other day....

By: kathy_s16 in POPE 5
Sun, 17 Feb 19 4:11 AM
Msg. 24880 of 62138
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It is NOT a secret what day this happened.

It is just that I can't remember the day.

Regardless, I have this former neighbor who is responsible for my insanity.

She texts me constantly.

The other day she asks me to come over and help her with a new piece of medical equipment.

I know what she is tawking about. It is a wrist meter that measures your pulse. She also has a finger thingee to measure her oxygen.

I WISH THEY GAVE HER A GADGET TO MEASURE THE ALCOHOL CONTENT IN HER BLOODSTREAM.

I ask her if it's really important. She starts crying. I should have known - I know crying big-time, and this was fake crying.

I get ready and go there.

I see both cars in the driveway. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT I NEVER ASKED HER IF HER HUSBAND WAS HOME!

He was. I said, "John is home and I am here putting this thing together?" I asked what he was doing. He was sleeping, which is what I intended to do.

I really don't get annoyed often, but this day, I must confess, I did.

I get her set up, and said, "Hon, I can't keep coming over here when your husband is home to help you."

So I leave. On the way home, my blinkers start going psycho. I call the one brother that I know will help me at that time. He said, "both blinkers were on at the same time?" YES THEY WERE!! He said, "are you sure it wasn't the flashers?" DID I JUST SAY THAT? I had to cover my stupidity.

ok, so the flashers are going and I'm driving home. I don't know where that button is. I get to my street and I see a man walking down the hill. OH SIR!!
SIR, WHY ARE MY BLINKERS GOING AND GOING AND GOING?
He said, "you mean your flashers?" YES, YOU MORON!

I didn't say that. The poor man is trying to help me. He knew about that square thing under the radio that has a RED TRIANGLE in it. He reaches in and hits it - the flashers stop.

THANK YOU, SIR. OH, THANK YOU!

He asks me where I live. I don't want to tell him so I said "down the street."

I said, "do you need a ride home?" OMG, now I know I am trouble with the honey.

He says, "Oh no, I am walking down to Wells Fargo. IS THAT THE NAME OF A STREET OR WHAT?

I told him I would take him, as it's at least a mile down.

I get him there, he is third on line. I am patient, no problem. He gets back TO the car and tells me that he is continuing on (walking) to SMITH'S.

I said that's another two miles! He said, no problem, I can do it.

Now, the 'ole Irish Catholic guilt descends upon me.

I said, Hey, I'll take you.

So I drive him down to Smith's because he needs to get something important for HIS GIRLFRIEND that he LIVES WITH, and he is one of the 83-year-olds!

I wait outside of Smith's for half an hour, while my new best friend, Gerry, is shopping.

OH GOOD, HERE HE COMES! He has this teeny little bag so I asked him if he had enough time to buy everything he needed.

Oh yes, MY GIRLFRIEND wanted a bottle of soda AND a half gallon of chocolate milk.

YOU ARE KIDDING ME, right? (no, I didn't say that)

But I did say, "she wanted you to walk 8 miles total to get her a bottle of soda and some chocolate milk?"

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, the bottom line is this: my insane former neighbor NEEDS me and I am calculating maybe 30 minutes tops.

THREE HOURS LATER, I GET HOME!

Ribit, bec/ I wasted so much time, I was already due for my nap.

Because I was so stressed, I had two donuts to calm myself.

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and that's my very boring story.

thank ye!

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