Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Hateth The Browneth

There are days when I wake up and just think, "God, why? Lord I needz some strenth to get through this day." Then I proceed out to the 1,000 acres of planted crops and commence to work the fields, all the while singing spirituals, having visions, and wondering if I am a modern day biblical parable, halfway expecting a bush to ignite and a voice to boom down upon me.

And today is one of those days.

1994 UPS guy with his side mullet aside, I must express extreme displeasure with a recent UPS delivery. The guy who purchased my scooter never received the title that I sent him. It tracked right to his front door, where it was left. No signature. And, oh yeah, did I mention this was in New Orleans, in the French Quarter? God forbid anyone be honest down there. Why wouldn't you steal someone's UPS envelope off their front door?

So now I have to go through layers of bureaucracy to help the guy out EVEN THOUGH I HAVE DONE MY PART and I ponder, a'la Dolly, "Do you know what really chaps my ass? Oh a flame about 3 feet high!" For serious, things I don't have time for are this. Also, I feel violated. Someone has stolen from me, indirectly. I have lost faith in the brown. And I also must determine why no signature was involved.

OK, one more blog tomorrow before I hop on a plane for Espana. Last night I dreamed that I was on one of those turbo prop planes with no luggage heading to Europe. There were a bunch of babies in all of the seats and there was no seat for me, so I had to sit in the floor. Prediction?

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