You know what? I'm not afraid to say it, I'm not embarrassed. I'll tell it like it is, don't worry.
People, generally speaking, are oblivious and can't think for themselves.
If you disagree, then just go driving around town, or visit Target. Airports and malls aren't good places, because all the smart people are in the airports, and in a mall, even the dumbest person can walk around looking smart. For instance, the ICU I work in is a closed unit, meaning that you have to let in by the staff inside, or use a badge to get in or out. When a visitor comes through the door, they have an option to either go left or right. Right in front of them, on a nicely sized sign in clear, big letters/numbers, they are told that rooms 1-8 are down the left, and 9-16 down the right. You would not believe the number of people who end up at our desk (on the 1-8 side) looking for room 9 or 11 or 12, or 14, or . . . you get it. Hello?! Did you even notice the wall in front of you? Or . . . they get down the hallways, at the desk, right in front room 5, looking for room 3. Did you know that the rooms are numbered, too? Like, you don't have to count them as you walk down the hallway. Just look at the doors, the numbers/letters are big and black on the silver door frame. I mean, really? They can't look or count sequentially? I understand them asking, "Can Ms Sick-Person in 3c4 have visitors?" but no, it's "Where's room 2c3/cc32 (or any combination of room # and some c's thrown in)?" as they're standing in front of it. For the record, the rooms are 3c1, 3c2, et cet. The 3 is the floor number, C for the critical care, and the last number is the room number. You know, so we don't have be vague or count each room as we walk by.
I was headed to pick up Brendon's extra car seat yesterday, and I passed a gas station that had a van for sale parked out front. The pertinent information was on the windows. One of them said the following: ASK-4-"DAVE". "Dave" has many "transactions" going on at his "house", so he has to code each "transaction" to keep them straight. But anyways, if you want to buy an old-school 12 passenger van, I can get you the number, just remember to ask for "Dave".
Did I happen to mention the cold that Brendon had a few weeks back? He finally got over the hump, but Mark picked it up. And while he's fighting with it, he graciously shared it with me. So Brendon's snot is competing with Mark's cough, and my sore throat. We make a pathetic family.
Speaking of family, that reminded me of an odd occurrence I found as I was at Wally-World yesterday. I was in the pregnancy test section (yes they have a whole section, but no I'm not pregnant). I had a coupon that expired soon, and since we night need one soon-ish, maybe, possibly, but no comments, please. Anyways, THEY WERE ALL GONE! All being all but two of the store brand. Really? Maybe Valentine's Day was celebrated with a lot more robust that usual. Oh, I know! Remember when we had the late snow storm and the whole peninsula shut down? THAT is what every one was doing, instead of going to work or school. Uh-huh! Should I alert the L&D floors? Maybe they'd like a heads up, so they can hire some seasonal staff?
I think our neighbors are moving. I ran out to the van this morning because we had left the diaper bag (and hence the ora-gel) in there, and our neighbors had their van full of book cases and stuff. And since then, there has been stomping and noises coming from their side of our shared wall. Lots of going up and down their stairs. And now? their truck is re-filled with mattresses. Yeah, they're moving. Or, they're dumping all their earthly goods and buying new ones to boost the economy. Oh, I didn't think so.
