It’s in the mail, ripped up

Last night when Ali came out to pick up the girls she brought along the final piece of tax documentation that was needed to send to the accountant.  This will be an interesting tax return since it will include the huge tax credit for Ali’s Volt purchase.  As I mentioned before, I already have 3 or 4 potential uses for my portion of the refund, depending on how sizable it is.  The 1099’s we both get from the running club for what we do eats into that figure a bit.

I have had a small hole in one of the pool screens for awhile.  It was done via sloppy ladder work during the tree trimming in November.  Since the hole is small I haven’t felt a huge need to address it quickly, obviously.

Well last night I walked out to let the girls outside and saw a nice huge rip in one of the bottom screens.  I recognized the handy work immediately as Sadie’s.  Several times she has gotten very excited about something and pawed at the pool screen, tearing it with her nails.  The odd thing is in the past when she did this, she always used the tear to let herself out into the back yard.  She didn’t do that this time although it looks like she probably stuck her head through the tear.

So anyway, this hole IS large so it looks like screen repair has just gotten moved to the top of the chore list.

Yesterday after work before picking up the dogs I stopped by Best Buy to grab some audio connectors I may need if I get a chance to work on my stereo during the SSR meet up.  So I walk to the front to pay for the stuff.  They have one of those portable rope systems set up to divert people down and around a display of items that they hope you will pick up as a throw in purchase.

So I follow the intended flow and am 6 feet from joining the line of 5 or 6 people.  All of a sudden a nerdy looking older guy pulls the rope aside and inserts himself into the line in front of me.  Very quickly there is an internal mental discussion that takes place.  Of course my immediate desire was to blurt out “Uh, you didn’t just jump in line ahead of me did you?”  However for that statement to be effective it needed to be said immediately as the moron committed the act.

The more rational part of me stepped in, offering up that perhaps he simply did not see me approaching or questioning the worth/benefit of berating/embarrassing the man.  My aggravation subsided pretty quickly and I actually wound up getting out of the store faster than he did because they opened up additional registers.

I have to admit though there was that small smoldering part of me that still had a desire to deliver an elbow to his forehead as I walked out.  Logical? No.  Would it have been briefly satisfying? Yes.