your daily dose of randomness
So there I was, coming back upstairs on the elevator after picking up our wedding rings. An older gentleman in the elevator looks down at the jewelry store bag and says, “Did you just buy yourself something at the jewelry store?”
What is it about being old that lets you get away with asking impertinent questions that are none of your business?
“I just picked up our wedding rings, actually.”
What is it about getting married that excites complete strangers and makes them curious about your life?
“You’re getting married?! What day?”
“Uh, June 11th.”
“Aw, that’s a nice date. My father died on June 11th in 2004.”
WTF?!?!
Anyway, the rings are paid for and sitting on my desk. And Dreamhost’s mail servers seem to be crapping themselves, so you’ll wait for a bit if you’re waiting for a response from me.
And the creepy UPS guy was in my office today. The normal UPS guy is great, but this is the UPS guy who tried to hit on me a few months ago, and I managed to extricate myself from the situation before he said anything beyond, “Damn, you are fine…” Now he looks at me funny every time he delivers something. Creepy.