... Um, okay ...

Me: "Good afternoon, Deborah speaking"

Customer: "Hi, I just had this thing repaired by you and now it's not working"

Me: Oh! I'm sorry to hear that. Where are you calling from Sir?"

Customer: "****** Company; and when I tested it, it worked but then I whacked it on the table and now it doesn't work"

Me: "You whacked it?"
Customer: "Yup!"

Me: "Why did you whack it, Sir?"
Customer: "Duh... because you're supposed to..."

Me: "I don't think you're supposed to whack it"
Customer: "Yeah, you are"

Me: "But when you whacked it, maybe you broke it?"
Customer: "Can I speak to someone who knows about whacking please?"

Me: "Certainly Sir, I'll put you right through" *sigh*

(a similar discussion ensued in the technical shop)

Traded to Florida? You must be kidding?
I'll bet they voted on it with those damn dimple ballots...

They probably thought they were voting to impeach Bush.

Do you think your chances of meeting the right person are hampered if you are a Grammar Nazi? After all, there are many nice people who simply forget the rules once in awhile... right?

Or... will the times when he spells 'loose' instead of 'lose' or says 'there's' instead of 'there are' kill the passion and erode the infatuation?

Two schools of thought prevail in the minds of true Grammar Nazis: those who correct others and those who silently note the errors of their peers. Admittedly, I waffle between the two; neither of which are at all productive.

He says: "What's the chances of me and you going to dinner?" *sigh*

Is it okay to borrow graphics from someone else's journal if you think they are so beautiful and you give the person credit? I hope so and I hope this man is not angry because I love this. But the problem is that I can't find his blog again so I can't tell him how much I like it or give him credit. Oy vey I'm such a rookie!

Anyway, back to the art. What's happening here?
a. Are they reconciling?
b. Are they scared?
c. Are they laughing?
d. Is she comforting him?
e. Is he comforting her?
f. Are they cold?
g. Are they kissing?
h. Are they discovering each other's bodies for the first time?
i. Are they grieving?
j. Are they praying?

I knew Cody well, 8 years ago. He was the counselor for my children's summer day camp and their T-ball coach, and we quickly became friends. I remember how easy he was with children, and how he reduced my big dog to a cuddling mass of drool. I remember our conversations about the complexity of marriage and relationships, and he was a sensitive supporter during a very difficult time for me. Some of our conversations changed my life.

I hadn't seen him in several years until one night in a restaurant. The same glittering smile, and the fabulous way he said "Hi" -- then again several months ago while shopping, where he told me about his new business. To see the excitement in his face was so wonderful - he was on his way in life, and content. He said his life was filled with many good friends, and that he was happy.

Today, as I drove by and saw the memorial of the accident and realized that this person who touched my life so deeply was gone, I remembered the brief times we had together, and shed a tear for those who were fortunate enough to know him more recently - I'm certain your loss is great.

Go gently Cody. You are missed.