Darn!
A good friend has spent the last few days rooting her brand new smart phone; she bought it because she couldn’t upgrade her last one enough. Another friend traded in his perfectly good, 2009 sports car because “he couldn’t do any more with the old one.” I wore a hole in my sock this morning; I tossed it.
We don’t darn socks anymore.
A fellow with a Macbook started to use my extension cord at the airport but found he brought the wrong charger. Oh, well. That’s probably why I have to travel with a “cables and chargers ditty” that takes up a quarter of my carry on and drives TSA scanners crazy.
Here’s the thing. I have three cell phones (yeah, yeah, two are out of service or about to be), an iPod, a PDA, two cameras, two laptops, and an electric razor. Really. Not one of them has the same plug at either end.
I don’t want a $39.95 “universal charger adapter” gizmo. I have a bunch of those. They work for some gadgets some of the time. I want to plug into one place with one cord with one end onnit.
Ya know, every alarm clock, desktop computer, electric tooth brush, monitor, refrigerator, table lamp, television, and bug zapper I own plugs into the same 120VAC receptacle.
There’s no reason all the 5-12VDC device makers can’t collude to do the same damn thing.
Dick Rudell, the (minority) Florida Keys’ Mosquito Control commissioner who fought for years to lower expenses and bring financial accountability to the board, died last week. There’s no shortage of people queuing up to replace him. I am not one of them. At least two of his November election opponents said they’ll likely apply for appointment.
Great. We elected the fiscal accountability guy and now the guys-we-voted-against all want their fingers in the pie without benefit of election.
A (self described) vain writer I know visited the dermatologist to have a couple of liver spots disappeared. “A sweep of makeup would hide them completely,” she said, but the doc wrote a ‘scrip for a topical cream. $239. She paid a $20 co-pay. And will wait 4-6 weeks for results.
“Way to stick it to the man (the insurance man),” she said.
Actually, way to stick it to this man, since we have the same insurance. I could feel my wallet drying as the premium climbs.
I am pugnaciously parsimonious but I have more than met my match. On fast road trips, I stay at the famed Motel 5 chain where they not only don’t leave the light on, they may not even supply the bulb. This trip, I stayed at the Motel 4.5.
Toilet paper squares used to be, well, the shape they were named for. The Motel 4.5 found squares with the perforation at about the 60 percent mark. Each piece was the standard four and one-half inches wide but it was just two and three-quarters inches long.
That thousand sheet roll didn’t cost any less, though.