open but not open

So, today, I’m back near the scene of the accident, and wanting to get an accident report from the Sherrif’s station. I was told I had to stop by in person to the office to get a copy. My plan was to drop by during lunch, but people decided it was their goal today to … Continue reading “open but not open”

So, today, I’m back near the scene of the accident, and wanting to get an accident report from the Sherrif’s station. I was told I had to stop by in person to the office to get a copy.

My plan was to drop by during lunch, but people decided it was their goal today to screw with my plans, and lunch was more a theoritical idea than an tangible concept. I decided to call the office to see if it was possible to just pick up a copy after 5, since no one would bug me after they went home, I hoped.

I called, got transfered, and actually said these words to the person manning the accident information at the police station:

“How late are you guys open?”
“We’re open 24 hours!”

I felt like such an idiot – it’s a POLICE STATION, it’d be quite bad form to call it a day at 5. I even noted what a moron I was to the poor woman forced to deal with morons like myself before being assured all I need was an ID (check) and the accident number (check).

Let me continue this on a new page.

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Just after the leadoff home run in Game 7 of the NLCS, I text messaged M “Who are we rooting for?” Didn’t hear back from him – till after the Game was over. “red sox” (someone’s a genius) What the heck is with a game getting done at 10:30? GOOOOOOO NL style baseball.

Just after the leadoff home run in Game 7 of the NLCS, I text messaged M

“Who are we rooting for?”

Didn’t hear back from him – till after the Game was over.

“red sox”

(someone’s a genius)

What the heck is with a game getting done at 10:30? GOOOOOOO NL style baseball.