Friday, April 15, 2016

Best Buy Customer Service Salesman

Sunday, Hubby and I had to go get his vest from work because he was going to work at another store. Since we had to make a trip across town we decided to stop at Best Buy because we are in search of a CD Player to hook up to his antiquated stereo system.  Now, I'm not putting down his stereo system I'm just saying it is older than most. Who owns a record player nowadays? Well his stereo includes one.

I don't go to Best Buy much. Hubby usually drops by sometimes to get certain things. He worked there for a short time before we met. Our experience with customer service has been less than satisfactory. I avoid it for the most part. I'll order online but otherwise, next to Lowe's and Walmart it is one of my least favorite places to go to. They're just big and I think it is so much extra walking.

Anyway, we were in the store looking for the CD player. After a few times up and down aisles I had enough and suggested to Hubby to ask someone. He said, "Nah!"

A young salesperson, who probably just graduated from high school,  finally walked up to us and asked if we needed help. Hubby walked away. I told the salesperson what we were looking for. He was showing us DVD players. Hubby walked back and explained to to him more and said that is not what he wanted.

What did he do? He haphazardly pointed in a general direction and said, "Over there." He then just walked away.

I was so shocked for a minute. "Really but what's over there and mimicked his asinine pointing," to no one in particular.  We had to laugh because it was ridiculous. We did walk in the general direction we were pointed to but there were just boom boxes.

Hubby said, "I told you. I never expect them to be able to help. Next time I'll listen or better yet just let him go without me.



It was so ridiculous I started giggling and kept doing my impression of the rep the rest of the day. We walked out with no purchases.

If Hubby had done that at his job he would have definitely been fired. I did email a comment about experience.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Story of Revenge

I decided to go on a mini vacation alone. It had been hectic and just needed to get away.

In a small town about 100 miles from home I exited the elevator in a "lavish" Holiday Inn to reach my room. It didn't look like anything I had seen on the Internet. Not sure where the lavish came from.

There were several young people hanging out in the hall.  Walking over legs I arrived at my door, slipped the card key in and let myself in. The room was mediocre. It needed some painting and updates. But I let it go.  I didn't plan on staying in the room because my itinerary was quite full. 

Later when I left to find a restaurant for dinner the young people were still there. They weren't noisy and had not disturbed me.

I did have a fleeing thought wondering why were they there? Homeless? Nothing to do?  They were a mixture of races: African Americans, one or two Hispanics, a Korean and several Caucasians. I admit I am not good at estimating ages but it would be safe to say their ages were between 17-25.

Everyone seemed happy, laughing and drinking. They said hello and welcomed me to their city. A pudgy Caucasian white girl offered me some punch. I graciously accepted it and took a sip.

I know! Yes, my mother taught me never to take anything to drink or eat from a stranger. It was humid and hot. You step out of the door and you are sweating. After all, they were being friendly. Right?

The next thing I knew I was laying on the dirty carpeted floor of my hotel room.  My vision was distorted. Everything was white and twisted. I heard the young people laughing. I saw movement in front of me but couldn't distinguish who or what it was.  Suddenly I realized I had been trying to move but I couldn't. It was a terrifying feeling.  I was not bound in any way. I was paralyzed. I tried saying something but nothing came out.

Shortly, a black silhouette was in front of me. I could feel and smell his smoky liquor breath on my cheek. I wanted to gag. The voice was laughing and saying, "I'm going to have some fun with this one. I'm gonna rape her." He used more expletives describing in detail what his plans were. I was terrified!

"No, man! You can at least wait until she is awake so she can really enjoy it," was the reply from a different male voice laughing behind me. I could feel movement around me like they were jumping around.  At that moment I realized I needed to play like I was still unconscious until I came up with a plan.

It seemed months were passing by before my vision came back to normal and I was able to move During the day the hooligans were there laughing as they planned what they were gonna do to me. At night they were gone. One of them even showed concern that I had not waken up yet.

When they left late at night I had a lot of alone time to think in the darkness. 

I decided I wouldn't show any signs in front of them because I knew I couldn't overtake all of them. Looking around I saw my Henry Pump Action Octagon .22 rifle hanging on the wall. I was confused. Why did they take everything else but not the rifle? I knew I had more ammo under the mattress. I confirmed then these people were really stupid. 

The next day as I continued to play possum they returned even more vile and rowdy. 

Night finally returned and they left. I wobbly got to my feet. My legs were heavy and stiff.  I was weak, hungry and dehydrated. When I finally stood up I walked around  shaking my arms to get the blood circulating. I then grabbed my rifle and ammo. I pushed a chair to a space where I was on the side of the door a few feet away. I waited.

Surprisingly, I did not have to wait for long. The wannabe rapist came strutting early in the morning alone. His pants down to his knees showing his ugly green and purple plaid underwear. He stopped at the door. When he didn't see me on the floor his head whip lashed back and forth until he saw my shadow. I stepped out with my gun aimed at his head and warned him, "Do. Not. Move.  I will kill you if you do."

When he saw the barrel of my rifle his eyes widened. His hands flew up and he stammered, "I'm so so sorry. Don't shoot!" He was whining like a baby.

Furiously, I shouted, "You SOB wanted to rape me huh? "

He begged, "No! No! Please!  Don't shoot me! I wasn't going to rape you. I was just playing around."

With the rifle still aimed I said, "I heard everything all of you said and saw what you did. You don't joke about this. It is payback time." I pulled the trigger. The bullet flew into his knee. The wannabe rapist fell to his side yelping.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts. Don't shoot me again please! I beg you man!" he pleaded.

I shouted, "I'm not a man, what's wrong with you people calling a lady a dude. Shut up dumb ass! Get up!"

He cried saying, "I can't."

I demanded more loudly, "Get up or you die!" His pleading teary eyes looked at me as he struggled to get up. When he was up I shot him in the other knee.

I said, "This is my revenge! I am also trying to teach you a lesson!"

He cried, prayed and was apologetic. I asked him if he now realizes I am serious."

Shaking and resigned he said, "Yes ma'am. I'm so sorry. Please call for help. I'm bleeding!"

I laughed and said, "You'll be just fine!" I told him to pull himself in the corner, lay on his stomach with his arms out so I could see him but no one could until they came into the room. I instructed him to shut up and be quiet if he wanted to live.

At daybreak the hooligans, one by one, came into the door at intervals. They pleaded for mercy. I gave them mercy. They each got a bullet in their knee. I made them stack on top of each other.

The wannabe rapist kept pleading to me that he would suffocate with all the weight. I ignored his pleas. 

In between the hooligans, a man dressed in a cop uniform came in inquiring, "What is this about?"  He drew his gun on me. But I knew it was a water gun and his handcuffs were fake. I told him my experience and told him to chill. He started laughing saying, "You didn't shoot them. Give me the gun!" I told him I knew he was not a cop so who was he.

He became arrogant and said, "I can take you you down in a split second honey?"

The wannabe rapist yelled, "She is crazy man!"

POW! I shot the wannabe cop in the shoulder. He went on top of the growing pile. I had a heap of people bleeding.

There was one left I eagerly waited for, the pudgy white girl who offered me the punch. As we waited I started interrogating my captors. Some were wanna be criminals and others had a record. I found out it was the white girl's idea to spike my punch with "Ensol."  I had been unconscious for 7 days.

I asked them if they were scared? They all nodded yes. Some with watery eyes. Some with a stone cold gaze. I told them to think how I felt. Knocked out. Woke up unable to move or speak. My vacation was ruined. There was silence for a long time.

Finally, the pudgy white girl strolled into the room engrossed on her iPhone unaware of what was happening around her. She heard a movement and looked up, right into the barrel of my shotgun as I slammed the door behind her. Dropping her phone she started to scream. I grabbed her hair and swing her across the floor. Yes, I had the strength. I was that angry!

I told her to stop! Everyone was shivering. There was sheer terror in the room. I knew exactly what they felt. I interrogated her and she confessed to everything. After she got a bullet in her shoulder and in her knee I told her to get on top of the pile.

The wannabe rapist begged, "Please I'm gonna die with that fat pig on top. She weighs 300 lbs."

The girl shouted back, "250!"

He looked at me with sorrowful and pleading eyes. The girl got on top and many sounds of pain and shuffling continued.

I just watched as I thought what was going to be my next move. I hadn't thought that far ahead.

After a few minutes I stood up in front of them and said, "Now here's what we are going to do." I walked back with my rifle trained on the heap and grabbed a tape recorder out of my pocket. I had found it in the drawer when I had arrived and put in my pocket.

"I will start from the bottom. Because, we don't know how much air he will have. It all depends on how fast everyone does this next step if he lives or suffocates. Everyone of you will speak into this recorder and admit to what role you played in this crime. There will be no lies. I have more bullets. You state your name, age, address, the crime and why."

Each one took their turn. None of them could come up with the reason except fun.

I then brought out a phone out of my other my pocket and gave it to the wannabe rapist and told him I was gonna call 911. He was going to tell 911 what he did and ask for help, then hand the phone to the person on top so they can tell their story. Everyone did as told.

After they were done, I told the person on top to get off and take off their pants and the next one do the same and so on.  They were to turn around facing the the wall with their hands on it and cross their ankles. They complied. When the cops and EMTs came they were stunned. Some told jokes among themselves. Most high-fived and laughed.

Scene change. Weeks later.

We are all before the judge. The young men and women dressed in their usual rags stood before the judge. Their court appointed lawyer tried to persuade the judge that I received my revenge and the crime I committed against them outweighed theirs.

I reminded the judge they ruined my vacation and had me locked up in my own body for 7 days. Although I shot them they were able to move. They are all on the mend and will have full recoveries.  I also blamed the hotel for lack of security because obviously the hooligans had done this before as some confessed.

The judge ruled, "Ladies and gentleman, this case is clear. These young men and women prowled on visitors. However, they made a big mistake. They picked on the wrong person when they encountered the plaintiff who is THE victim.   A woman of amazing wit, courage and weird sense of revenge.  I charge all of you (except the plaintiff) vandalism, robbery, kidnapping, loitering, attempted rape, impersonating a police officer and harassment. I sentence each of you 40 years in prison and probation for the rest of your life thereafter. 

He turned to the hotel's CEO and said, "I will fine your hotel for unsafe conditions. I can't believe your housekeepers didn't find the plaintiff. Obviously the management and employees  didn't do their job. You have no cameras or security to protect your visitors. I fine your company $2 million dollars, you are to get a security officer and have camera in every hall and every corner of your hotel. For emotional damages you will pay the plaintiff a million dollars per day she was captive which makes it $7 million.

I jumped on my feet and yelled, "But your honor, I didn't want the money. I just wanted the safety measures.

The judge responded "Well give it to charity!"

I sat down surprised and overwhelmed.  BabyGirl ran into the court room.

And that's when I woke up from the dream. I was tired all day. I hate my dreams.  FYI: I looked up Ensol but can't find anything chemical about it. I don't have a rifle and no idea where I got the name from although it is the name of a real gun.

Have you had any weird dreams? If you have followed me for a length of time, you know I do.

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Monday, April 4, 2016

Presumably Virus Hit Me Like A SWUNG BASEBALL BAT

Last week was a messed up week. I was literally in bed for 3 days straight except to go potty. I assume it was a virus/dehydration. I was nauseous and when I got up, I saw dots before my eyes and everything spun. I felt like their were 50 lbs of weight on my ankles. I was wobbly (more than usual) and of course standing up made me more nauseous. Smell of food except mashed potatoes gagged me. 

Thank God for my husband! He knows me well and encouraged me to drink because he knows how fast I get dehydrated. He asked a few times if I needed to go to the hospital. Honestly, Monday while he was at work I considered it. I didn't think I would get through the day. But I did.

But every day before he went to work he filled my water bottle and when he returned he refilled, fed me Popsicles and cooked me mashed taters. It is one thing that soothes my nausea.

Thursday, I felt a little better and got up just to walk to the sofa. It has been a very slow process but I improve every day.

I am happy to say today I got up and felt good enough to actually cook our supper, spaghetti. I can tell I am not completely well because I have to sit every several minutes because I just feel exhausted.

Why does it take longer to get well than the days you are sick?  Ugh.

Right before I became sick I found out my former pharmacist and fellow co-worker's home burned.  I remember every evening I worked he came with the patients' medicines. Everyone enjoyed clowning around with him and he would sit and talk sometimes. When I read about the fire in the news I felt an emptiness and thought once again. Why does such bad things happen to good people? A Gofundme account was opened. I felt like I wanted to do something but couldn't figure out what. But I donated to his account hoping it helps him and his family to get back on their feet. Please say an extra prayer. Thank you.

Everyone stay well and smile!

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Sunday, March 27, 2016

Easter Weekend

I hope everyone is having an awesome Easter. Ours started yesterday with a family reunion on MyHubby's father's family side. They had a total of I think 10 kids. There were many generations that attended. It was nice to finally meet MyHubby's aunts, uncles and cousins. I am now able to put a face to a name. The hosts was one of my Hubby's cousins and his wife. He had it so well planned with BBQ, Easter Egg Hunt, music etc. I was nervous as I always am going into a gathering with people I mostly do not know. However, everyone made me feel welcomed. It was a good day.

After Hubby and I went to Walmart to get a pizza for our Easter lunch. Yea, I know. Some of you think Pizza for Easter? The last few Easters Hubby had to work. It's the way we roll sometimes and we have no complaints. We're going to have a pizza and watch a movie.

BabyGirl is working. My Mom is sick with acute bronchitis. My lovely sister is having something with her little family. So we're making it "US" time.

As we were walking from the car to Walmart's entrance, there was also a mother with a 6 year old girl and 9 year old boy. Ages are estimations. The 9 year old boy was pushing the basket when he caught sight of me. Thereafter his focus was solely on me. "SIGH". 

I understand people can be curious and look. But don't parents teach their kids it is not okay to stare? 

He was rolling the basket staring at me so he was definitely not looking where he was going. He rammed right into the glass window next to the sliding doors almost shattering the glass.

His mom grabbed the basket, shouting, "What's the hell wrong with you boy?" He was broken out of his focus and I got the giggles. It is just so funny to see the outcome of ignorance sometimes.

Hubby said he would have liked to see the glass shatter and see how it would have been handled. Would the mother  have to pay for it? What would the kid say? 

I still laugh when I think of it. Ironically, in Walmart I saw this shirt that has, "I MADE YOU LOOK."  It struck me because obviously I'm always making people look. 

There was also a shirt that had something like I am blessed I am a Mom. This is so true.

Later that night Hubby and I went to the Easter Vigil at 8 pm. I need to write a post about my experience with candles one day. It was a lovely mass, even if it was 2 hours, which is an hour over the usually mass. 

That's because they held a Baptism, First Communion and Confirmation for a few adult candidates. At first I, like many others, were annoyed. But then as I watched these sacraments taken place, it brought back memories when I baptized BabyGirl and my First Communion and Confirmation. It was an honor to see these young adults to choose to receive this sacraments. I sorta envied that they were able to do all 3 at once when I had to wait years to go from one sacrament to the next. It was so meaningful. Jesus resurrected and these young people are also restarting their lives with Jesus in their heart. How awesome is that?

I was amazed the rudeness of some people just walking out. During Father's sermon, a woman clickety clacked right out of the church in her high heel shoes. After communion, the pews were more empty because some just walked right out after they received communion.  Generally, that doesn't happen just for Easter, it happens every Sunday. I guess I was taught differently. But I keep thinking what is so important than spending another 15 minutes with God after Communion?

I often wonder what the priest thinks. Can you imagine standing up there talking to an audience and people just get up and walk out? Jesus is probably looking upon them disappointed.

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Thursday, March 24, 2016

My Routine Life, Of Late

I sit here and think of all the things I could write about. I start some posts  (81 drafts) but then in the middle I just get distracted or can't find the words and give up. The Blogging From A to Z Challenge is beginning soon but I have decided to opt out of it, officially anyway.  I'll probably be lurking and may find some interesting blogs.

I don't know. I've just been feeling like I've been in a non-ending circle of life. My usual medical issues are frustrating more times than not. I try to think it could be worse and others have it a lot worse. I've been dealing with medical issues ALL of my 53 years. I just get tired of it.

Well intentioned loved ones tell me I need to get a hobby or go out and do something. I've tried volunteering but my skills are not needed. Besides, the way I've been feeling with medical issues have been an obstacle. No one wants a person coughing up a storm or dry heaving around them.

I have a friend who goes shopping but I hate shopping and I don't have 100s of dollars to spend either. I don't see any point in "window shopping."

Also, the weather is a deterrent. The last few years I've noticed when its going to rain, my voice goes out and I get short winded more.

I am NOT a domestic person but I know I should be cleaning and such but the most I do is laundry, do dishes and cook.  When I decide to mop or clean bathrooms, I get short of breath and tire easily. It makes me feel absolutely useless. My poor husband works all day and not in the mood of doing chores either. I wish I could hire someone to come clean my house cheaply.

So my daily life lately has consisted of email, Sporcle, watching Netflix or Amazon and reading until Hubby comes home and then I cook, clean up the kitchen and we watch TV. I do go to the store a few times a week to get something I need. Hubby and I have date nights sometimes and we do go to family gatherings on occasion.

I guess our life is perfect in a way. No drama. No emergencies. No visitors although we had an invited strange one this week. Maybe it'll be a post later on.

Until next time!


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