Friday all Day

It's Friday and I am glad this week is over. Hell, who am I kidding I feel this way every damn week.

I just got off the phone with another nut job. Look, Mercury is in Retrograde. That means all types of technology and communication will be off/bad.
But this is just full moon shit. Nuttier than the next.
The man just asked me if we would fix his toilet because it keeps overflowing.
I told him he had to call a licensed plumber. He then said in a whiney sing-songy voice and I quote, 'Aaaah, but they are sooo expensive.'  
As he gets in his Mercedes parked in his 1.5 million dollar driveway.
I wanted to say, "well so are we" but I refrained. 😛

Yesterday morning I had a woman call and just began by yelling. 
"When will your man show up? (my man?) I didn't think there were windows of time. You told me 8am. It's after 9" And she just went on. 
OOh, boy was she on fire. Now what you need to know is after an appointment is confirmed an email is sent with the confirmation of the appt date/time. It also has a document attached going over what they need to do prior to arrival. It also mentioned the wearing of masks or we can't enter etc. 
When she was done yelling at me I said, "Anna, I sent you an email confirming Friday, June 26th at 8am. Remember you told me you preferred a Friday because you had other contractors coming and Friday worked better for you?" 
All she said in return was a snarky "just fine" and hung up. 

Rick arrived this morning and she has a leak coming from her ceiling and a big hole in it. They can't find the leak. Rick said it was dry, he went up there to help her. Her plumber never came back and isn't returning calls. She also had a painter spill paint on her hardwood floor in the dining room and he didn't clean it up and the most important tidbit is her house goes on the market tomorrow. 

Rick called me to tell me that she asked him to apologize to me for being so rude yesterday. She was having a bad day. The plumber didn't come back, the painter spilled the paint and she was thinking we were to be there and we were no shows like the plumber. She actually told Rick, Peggy was right I did ask for Friday and she confirmed it verbally before she hung up and she sent me an email. So please tell her I was so wrong, she was right.

Bloggers, are you sitting down for that? Rick called me to share this when he went out to his truck to mix chemicals. First apology in 14 years. He knew I'd appreciate hearing that and I did. He then asked, "was she as awful as she made herself out to be?"  I said yes. He laughed and then said, "well at least she apologized we all have bad days."  Yep. 
When do I get to take it out on someone though? Well, other than Rick.

Yesterday at my lunch I saw something on TV that I recorded for Rick to see. Rick and I had just talked about these 2 shows we watched religiously as a kid.
So I hit the ole DVR to share with him. 
Neither of us knew these shows were still shown anywhere.
When Rick got home he saw them and he laughed. 
It was Concentration and Password. 
Concentration was not the original in Black and White, this one was in color and from the clothes I'd say the early 80s. Alex Trebek was the host.  I used to watch the black and white version with my grandmother as a kid. My horrible Grandmother who always smelled of mentholatum ointment and always gave us pastina with butter for lunch while watching Concentration. 

Rick and I were talking one evening about the game Password because when we play games like this we can't be partners. 
We were reminiscing about how mad everyone gets at us when we are partners. We will always win and it's not fair and more importantly, we don't enjoy people getting pissed at us. My sister got so mad at us she got up and walked out of the room.  She insisted we were cheating. We weren't.  
We just can look at each other and figure out what the other is trying to say. I don't know how it happens but it does. When we click, we really click. Too bad there is no money in that!

The Password Show was from 1961. Betty White was a celebrity guest as was someone I never heard of that was a Broadway Star. I was only 5  years old in '61 so he may have been a big deal. 
Betty wasn't even married to the host Allen Ludden yet.
We watched the show and I do the same as I do with Jeopardy -  yelling clues out loud but this time Betty would say the exact clues I just yelled. 
It was wild! Rick looked at me and said, "why can't you do this with lottery numbers or something of value to us?"    From your mouth to God's ears.

Yes, folks Rick and I do discuss such useless information, don't we? 
We were discussing how the 60s/70s and the Vietnam war made such great music. Protests songs, yes, but great songs. I saw a comment on the video below where a person wrote 'the only war with its own soundtrack.' Absolutely.  Not only do 'artists' today not play their own instruments most can't even sing without autotune. And protest? Can you see Beiber protesting anything except that his car was towed or something frivolous? (like wearing a mask)

I'm having a fun Friday night date on the deck/patio tonight.
Our last evening of nice weather. Is it 5 yet? Happy hour will commence on the patio if you want to social distance and join us. 

Have a great weekend everyone and wear a damn mask for heaven's sake when you are out and about! It shows off your beautiful eyes!