Well, hasn't *this* been a day...
Sep. 26th, 2005 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreamflowerI got a late start on running my errands today, due to a difficulty in making some phone calls this morning...
So, Anna and I decided to go to Wal-Mart. *Our* Wal-Mart is open, but I was in there the other day--it still doesn't have much available, and much of the store is off-limits to customers because it's unsafe. (Now, if it's unsafe for customers, why are the employees back there?) So we drove to the Wal-Mart in Wiggins, oh about 40 miles from here. My husband washed the car Saturday, so naturally it rained lovebugs the whole way there.
While I was there I decided to pick up an extra sack of dog food to drop off for my friends who lost their house (the ones with the Irish wolfhound among others). I went to the home where they're staying, dropped it off, and then hit their mailbox. Mailbox 1, my bumper, 0. My insurance agent is just going to *lurrrve* me. *sigh* It wouldn't be so bad, but it's barely even been a year since I dinged my truck and smashed up some poor girl's rear end. I haven't even had this car but a month.
Tomorrow I'm going back over there and help sort through some of the clothing that's been donated to the barony. We have at least five families that lost everything.
I suppose a dinged bumper is not so much compared to that.
So, Anna and I decided to go to Wal-Mart. *Our* Wal-Mart is open, but I was in there the other day--it still doesn't have much available, and much of the store is off-limits to customers because it's unsafe. (Now, if it's unsafe for customers, why are the employees back there?) So we drove to the Wal-Mart in Wiggins, oh about 40 miles from here. My husband washed the car Saturday, so naturally it rained lovebugs the whole way there.
While I was there I decided to pick up an extra sack of dog food to drop off for my friends who lost their house (the ones with the Irish wolfhound among others). I went to the home where they're staying, dropped it off, and then hit their mailbox. Mailbox 1, my bumper, 0. My insurance agent is just going to *lurrrve* me. *sigh* It wouldn't be so bad, but it's barely even been a year since I dinged my truck and smashed up some poor girl's rear end. I haven't even had this car but a month.
Tomorrow I'm going back over there and help sort through some of the clothing that's been donated to the barony. We have at least five families that lost everything.
I suppose a dinged bumper is not so much compared to that.