I exorcised this morning. Half-way through the 4 mile jaunt, my batteries in my trusty walk-man CD unit died. This Grasshoppers is a sign. It is a “sign” because I am careful to watch the indicator that shows remaining battery life and it was okay. It is a sign that other bad things may be coming. I hate that when my battery goes dead.
Then I had to go to my local dentist. He is my personal “dbf” artist. “DBF” stands for “drill, fill and bill”. I guess I should add forever and ever. The dentist has an annuity on the lives of your mother and I. I do get up tight about having to sit in a chair “in a layed back position” for over an hour pumped full of some magic numbing potion unable to move. I guess it is a control thing. I had a headache right up the back of my neck.
When I got home from the dentist, there was a contract from a local store owner verifying details of some carpet that we had ordered. Buried in the contract was a clause that said they could charge me 50% of all costs incurred should I cancel. Talk about an open ended license to steal. We have no intent to cancel anything, but that was a bullsh– clause. So I called the store and told them I objected. To shorten my story, they are sending me a new contract. Bastards.
My mood is improving. I put new batteries in my walk-man. I have recovered from my encounter with the dentist (actually he is a very nice person), and I have changed the contract for carpeting to my satisfaction.
Buried in all the above rhetoric is a lesson Grasshoppers. Don’t sign contracts that you do not understand or agree with. In this case my contract was for a carpet. There are contracts for cell phones, contracts for cable systems and contracts for personal loans. Read those contracts. They are legal documents and you are obligated. They favor the people drafting the contracts.
So tonight I am going to watch a rented movie from Hollywood Cinemas and maybe make some popcorn.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day. The sun will come up tomorrow. I dare anybody to screw it up. I will be watching for “signs”.
Love,
Dad