I decided to treat myself to breakfast out at our favorite greasy spoon this morning. I settled into my booth (when did they shrink the booths?) and was enjoying that first sip of java when one of my favorite wait-persons walks up and throws an Awake magazine right on top of my paper. I recoiled in fear and horror and quickly made the sign of the cross because I figure if it works for vampires it might work here. I asked her to remove it (all the wait staff and owners of this restaurant know our whole story) and she just laughed and walked away and told me someone else who would remain anonymous told her to give it to me (another wait-person, not a JW).
I started to get the shakes (not from the java) and beads of sweat broke out on my face as I gazed at that wretched magazine sitting in front of me. So I summoned the busser and had him remove it for me. I told him to trash it. Well he takes it and walks about 10 feet away and starts reading it...or er um...looking at the pics because he's Mexican and doesn't read English much, though he's giving it a good go at the speaking part and slowly teaching the hubster and I some rudimentary Spanish. Then I think he stuffed it in the dirty dish bin. I hope.
Then decided to go over to the local Kohl's and buy the grandkiddies some stuff and went to check out and DANG...there was a JW working the register. And she had the shortest line. But I went into the longer line and waited and waited and waited (price check) and then thought, what the hell...what was I afraid of??? So I went back over and let this woman (who used to be one of my better "friends" in the JW's) check me out. Thank whoever that she didn't preach at me or tell me how much she missed me. We just talked grandchildren. She did complain though about having to work two jobs (her hubster is out of a job), take care of the home and go to meetings. Then get up and do it all over again. I wanted to tell her to give up those frickin' meetings and things would be much better but since she had already been eyeing up my tattoo...I kept my mouth shut (yeah Brookie...if you're reading this I can do that).
I don't know how many brain cells died today after these encounters. Too many to count I'm sure.
ta ta...have a spectacular JW free weekend.
cathy/mumsy