Saturday morning, I headed out to get my hair cut. My barber has moved (again). This time she’s working at Big Georges barber shop which she said was in the strip-mall across from Kroger’s on Merriman and Five Mile road. However, even though I was ten minutes early, I couldn’t find it! I ended up driving through every strip mall in the area with no luck. This is the first time I have ever missed a haircut appointment.
I was going to go grocery shopping after my haircut, but I was too ticked for that. So, I decided to treat myself to breakfast. I was sitting in the middle of the parking lot, waiting for a couple to back out of the handicap parking when a guy right next to me (I mean like, RIGHT next to me) started backing up. I tapped on my horn to let him know I was there. But, he kept backing up anyway. He missed my car by about two inches, turned and pulled away. But, as he was pulling away, he flipped me the bird!
Now, I don’t think it would be considered road rage as I didn’t try to cut him off or smash him with my car, but if he would have got out of that car, I would have beat the f*ck out of him.
I had my usual breakfast of two eggs over easy, sausage links, hash brown and rye toast. I even bought some coffee!
Back home, I called my barber and apologized. She said it was just north of where I was looking.
I stripped the bed and started the weekend wash. I was going to go cut the front lawn, but when I opened the garage door it was raining! WTF? This wasn’t in the forecast.
My daughter Melissa called and we chatted for a bit. She wanted to tell me a house down the street was in foreclosure and on the market for $9.000.00. She thought I could buy it, go bankrupt and then have no house payment and retire.
Sunday, I did the rest of the laundry and cleaned the house a little. I grilled bratwurst and sweet corn for Sunday’s supper.
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