The C-Word

I received a phone call today. It was a survey. Normally, if there isn't an actual person on the other side of the phone, I hang up. However, sometimes it's Emma's school and they have been conducting some important surveys recently. So I listened.

It started off something like this, "You have been selected as one of the top Conservatives in your area to take a survey."
Hmm...I'm pretty sure I've never been called THAT before. I continue to listen, and it's Dick something blabbing about how awful Obama is and how he's created a $1.5 trillion deficit, and blah blah blah. And the guy plugs his book a few times during the conversation. After about 2 minutes, a man comes on the phone and asks me, on a scale of 1-5, how I would rate Obama as President. I gave him a number and then that was the last question. What the hell happened to the rest of the survey?? Fucking fair weather players.
Before the guy tries to quickly dismiss me, I give him a few words to digest. Actually, if I could have reached through the phone and choked someone, I would have.

The one time I didn't let Olivia answer the phone.

Don't spread hate. Dick.

The Lost and Unfound

I took my grandmother to the doctor a couple of days ago. After, she had to go to the pharmacy to pick up her prescription. Olivia and I waited in the car while she went in because she had to pick up a few items as well as her prescription. We were in the car for a LONG time. Finally, I called her on her cell phone to find out what was taking so long. She told me she was getting ready to pay for her things and would be out. And then I see her through the window, paying for her items. I looked down at my phone for a second, and when I looked up again, she was gone. Well, where in the hell is she now?! I'm parked right outside of the store. I don't know how I could have missed her. So I looked around and she is about 3 cars away, with her grocery cart resting against a white Tahoe and she is pulling the handle, trying to get in this other vehicle. I drive a white Honda CR-V that's about half the size of the car she thinks is mine.  There is a lady sitting in the driver's seat of the Tahoe. I'm annoyed. Why isn't the lady telling her she is lost and getting into the wrong vehicle?? She is just sitting there looking straight ahead. Now, my grandmother looks a little crazy and her hair was extra wild that day, and she does carry a cane, but her 80 year old body is nothing to fret about.  

So I get out of my car, tell my grandmother that she's getting into the wrong vehicle, and she laughs and walks off....away from me. She has no idea where I am, or probably even where she is.

This is fun. A complete blast.