I was completing an on-line survey yesterday and came across this gem:
"In the past six months, how many of your on-line purchases were made on-line?"
What?!
If I'd ordered off-line &mdash say, via phone or mail &mdash that wouldn't be an on-line purchase, now would it. Do I have the option of ordering on-line any way other than being on-line?
But wait: it gets worse. I didn't have the option of answering "All of them" or, more appropriately: "All. Duh!" I had to choose "Nearly all" over "Most of them," "About half," and so on.
They really shouldn't let Wal-martians write surveys.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
A Valentine's Day, uh, Tip
I saw a headline on the cover of the latest Cosmopolitan magazine and read it out loud: "How to Touch a Naked Man."
Cary's response?
"Grab the part that sticks out; he'll probably appreciate it."
Cary's response?
"Grab the part that sticks out; he'll probably appreciate it."
Monday, January 11, 2010
Anybody Out There?
Hmmm. Not one bit of input as to what y'all want. Does that mean no one's reading, or you don't want one particular focus? Just wondering.
Monday, January 4, 2010
A New Year's Query, Take Two
I realized another option you dear readers could request is weird little slices of my life like this:
Tonight after returning a video my sister had lent us, I went into Roth's IGA to see whether they had any Diet Mountain Dew in stock. For some reason grocers in our area haven't been stocking it in two-liters, which has caused a bit of panic in our household.
But, joy of joys, Roth's had some in stock. And it was on sale, $1 each plus deposit.
I put 20 in the cart.
At the checkout, the cashier's eyes widened.
"Are you... going to a party?" she asked.
"Nope. Just stocking up while it's on sale," I said.
"I know!" she laughed. "A dollar five each; that's a great price."
I nodded agreement and pulled $21 from my wallet.
"WHOA!"
I looked up to see two teenagers clutching bakery boxes and bags, grinning and staring at my cart.
"That is a LOT of Mountain Dew," the guy said.
"Yep," I agreed.
He called to another friend, commenting that "this is how much you'd buy!"
The cashier asked whether I knew I'd get this much attention just for buying soda. I told her I usually stock up like this, and people usually comment.
"Are you going to a party?" the girl asked.
"Just stocking up," I said. Apparently that's hysterically funny.
"Do you, like, only drink Mountain Dew?" the guy asked.
"My husband does."
"Oh. Gotta bump to that," he said, and held up his knuckles. His girl friend and the cashier both giggled as I bumped fists with him.
"I'll pass it along to him when I get home," I promised.
"Right on," the kid grinned.
I smiled good-bye and pushed my cart toward the door, but not before a few other customers glanced at the soda &mdash and then at me &mdash to see what was so fascinating.
Tonight after returning a video my sister had lent us, I went into Roth's IGA to see whether they had any Diet Mountain Dew in stock. For some reason grocers in our area haven't been stocking it in two-liters, which has caused a bit of panic in our household.
But, joy of joys, Roth's had some in stock. And it was on sale, $1 each plus deposit.
I put 20 in the cart.
At the checkout, the cashier's eyes widened.
"Are you... going to a party?" she asked.
"Nope. Just stocking up while it's on sale," I said.
"I know!" she laughed. "A dollar five each; that's a great price."
I nodded agreement and pulled $21 from my wallet.
"WHOA!"
I looked up to see two teenagers clutching bakery boxes and bags, grinning and staring at my cart.
"That is a LOT of Mountain Dew," the guy said.
"Yep," I agreed.
He called to another friend, commenting that "this is how much you'd buy!"
The cashier asked whether I knew I'd get this much attention just for buying soda. I told her I usually stock up like this, and people usually comment.
"Are you going to a party?" the girl asked.
"Just stocking up," I said. Apparently that's hysterically funny.
"Do you, like, only drink Mountain Dew?" the guy asked.
"My husband does."
"Oh. Gotta bump to that," he said, and held up his knuckles. His girl friend and the cashier both giggled as I bumped fists with him.
"I'll pass it along to him when I get home," I promised.
"Right on," the kid grinned.
I smiled good-bye and pushed my cart toward the door, but not before a few other customers glanced at the soda &mdash and then at me &mdash to see what was so fascinating.
A New Year's Query
Ah, the first Monday of the new year. Welcome back to work, everyone!
One of my goals for 2010 is to post a blog entry at least once each week... but I thought I'd let you have a say in what I write. I may only have an audience of, let's generously say six readers &mdash for now, she adds hopefully &mdash but that means I can tailor these entries to your interests.
So let's hear it. Would you prefer I focus on The Dog Blog with tales of Sherman's antics? Are you curious about the latest finds Sue and I make during our Goodwill Hunting outings? Or is there another area on which I should try to focus?
Just let me know and we'll give it a go! Thanks in advance!
One of my goals for 2010 is to post a blog entry at least once each week... but I thought I'd let you have a say in what I write. I may only have an audience of, let's generously say six readers &mdash for now, she adds hopefully &mdash but that means I can tailor these entries to your interests.
So let's hear it. Would you prefer I focus on The Dog Blog with tales of Sherman's antics? Are you curious about the latest finds Sue and I make during our Goodwill Hunting outings? Or is there another area on which I should try to focus?
Just let me know and we'll give it a go! Thanks in advance!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
St. Nick It
I delivered my sister's family's gifts last week, mostly so Brady could have his Santa Brady bib and his Baby's First Christmas stuff in time for, well, Christmas.
While I was there, Blane showed me all of the ornaments on their tree &mdash the Pooh bears, the Goofy, the apple bell &mdash and saved the best for last: his own Cars Lightning McQueen and Sally from last year and, new this year, Luigi and Guido. Luigi's sporting his Ferrari finery, so I told Blane:
"You'd better watch Luigi when Uncle Cary comes over; he might try to nick it."
"I don't want him to... What does 'nick it' mean?" Blane asked, shifting from alarmed to confused.
"It means he'd steal it, he'd take it."
"I don't want him to nick it!"
I assured Blane that Cary wouldn't take Luigi but likely would admire him. He seemed okay with that idea... but it'll be interesting to see whether he keeps a close eye on Cary the next time he's over.
While I was there, Blane showed me all of the ornaments on their tree &mdash the Pooh bears, the Goofy, the apple bell &mdash and saved the best for last: his own Cars Lightning McQueen and Sally from last year and, new this year, Luigi and Guido. Luigi's sporting his Ferrari finery, so I told Blane:
"You'd better watch Luigi when Uncle Cary comes over; he might try to nick it."
"I don't want him to... What does 'nick it' mean?" Blane asked, shifting from alarmed to confused.
"It means he'd steal it, he'd take it."
"I don't want him to nick it!"
I assured Blane that Cary wouldn't take Luigi but likely would admire him. He seemed okay with that idea... but it'll be interesting to see whether he keeps a close eye on Cary the next time he's over.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Crazy Dog People
Yesterday morning, I heard the doorbell and looked up to see a cop car in the driveway. Ruh-roh.
I spent the next five minutes wrestling the dogs into the garage, and then opened the door to a sheriff's deputy. He said someone had reported a Chocolate Lab and a Black Lab running loose around the fairgrounds (which are a half-mile from our house), and wanted to know whether they were ours.
"No, sorry," I answered. "All of our dogs are black."
"Oh," he said. He explained he'd already talked to another Lab owner in town as well as a few other folks, and they'd all referred him to the couple who walk their dogs each morning.
"They walk every day," he added.
"That's us," I confirmed.
"Up and down 99."
"That's us."
"Male and female, four or five dogs."
"Yeah, that's us," I said yet again.
"Oh," he said. "Around 8:00?"
Just how many Rickreall couples do you think walk four dogs every morning, rain or shine, I wanted to ask, but instead I smiled and confirmed he had the right house.
We tried to brainstorm whose dogs they might be, but he'd already talked to or ruled out everyone I suggested.
Our conversation made me realize again how many people in our town have dogs, which then made me wonder again why whenever anyone finds a loses a dog, they contact us. Maybe they figure we have so many, we might not notice one more or less?
I spent the next five minutes wrestling the dogs into the garage, and then opened the door to a sheriff's deputy. He said someone had reported a Chocolate Lab and a Black Lab running loose around the fairgrounds (which are a half-mile from our house), and wanted to know whether they were ours.
"No, sorry," I answered. "All of our dogs are black."
"Oh," he said. He explained he'd already talked to another Lab owner in town as well as a few other folks, and they'd all referred him to the couple who walk their dogs each morning.
"They walk every day," he added.
"That's us," I confirmed.
"Up and down 99."
"That's us."
"Male and female, four or five dogs."
"Yeah, that's us," I said yet again.
"Oh," he said. "Around 8:00?"
Just how many Rickreall couples do you think walk four dogs every morning, rain or shine, I wanted to ask, but instead I smiled and confirmed he had the right house.
We tried to brainstorm whose dogs they might be, but he'd already talked to or ruled out everyone I suggested.
Our conversation made me realize again how many people in our town have dogs, which then made me wonder again why whenever anyone finds a loses a dog, they contact us. Maybe they figure we have so many, we might not notice one more or less?
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