The Cool Factor

I... used to be cool. I got married and had kids, which certainly reduces One's coolness, but then I was the mom who read comic books and drew all my kid's friends pictures of Nightcrawler and Hal Jordan, so I still retainers a certain... something that might be described as cool.

At work I am the only one in the office who can explain the Marvel movies, or at least rhapsodize mutually over them.

But last night I did alas, lose whatever meager remnants of cool that I ever did possess. Somehow, whilst channel surfing, my Sweet Babboo, discovered an old episode of...Hee Haw. I NEVER watched the show as a kid, although I had unfortunately heard of it. It is just so... corny. And God save me, we watched it in a combination of horror and bemusement, and then I... laughed at one of he terrible jokes.

I am not proud of this.

I think I will have to go and binge watch some John Oliver in order to retain my liberal elite credentials.

But as God is my witness...I laughed.

Is It A Full Moon?

As I may have mentioned, I work part time for a Tire Company, and answer the telephone as part of my duties. As is typical when dealing with the Public, I get the usual number of... odd calls.

Some Really odd calls.

I think perhaps Today's may have broken the record, and I am including the time a young lady didn't pay any attention to my answering with the NAME of my business, and thought it was he plastic surgeon's office and proceeded to complain about her breast implants.

This time, a gentleman by name of Earl, called and proceeded to tell me, that he used to live in Holyoke, Mass., but now lives  in Ohio, but a buddy of his told him that my TIRE company (owned by Doug and Dinsdale AKA the Pirhanna Brothers) could "help him out".

See, there was this guy, who is a Vet, but he lost his legs, and got bitten by a really Huge spider, and could we send him to Ohio to stay with Earl?

I... was slightly flabbergasted. I did ask him gently, if he realized this was a TIRE store, and he got a little cranky, and did rattle off our address. Then I explained that I really did not know who to direct him to, and he burst into tears and slammed down the phone. I don't know if I  have been royally pranked, or if poor Earl is just really really confused.

Then another customer accosted me at the copier and proceeded to tell me all about her vacation, and the deals she got, and how she is going back again, and apparently most of her life's story. I had never seen this woman in my life, but sadly, this is not the first time a total stranger has picked me at random as a repository for whatever soap opera he or she is experiencing. I guess I just have one of those trustworthy sort of faces.

Haw!

Little do they know!

I would love to know if anyone has a similar tale.