Yeah, I had an hour long call with my boss earlier (our normal weekly update), and at one point I just had to say, "I think I know something about this that I will know in my office but can't remember in my living room...."
ha! Yeah. Much of this call, as I said during it, was more like listening to someone speaking Spanish--I understood a few of the words but I didn't really know what they were saying. It was seriously mathy.
My god, these people take their foozball seriously. Special gloves, specially formulated cleaner, four men solemnly thrusting the handles in and out as they work the cleaner in so nothing sticks . . . Fortunately I was out of the room before the giggles took me.
So... hypothetically, if you lost your wallet in Manhattan and there aren't any charges on the cards but it hasn't been turned into either of the two lost property precincts, what are your options?
I'm going to call head over to the bar that doesn't open until 5:30 to see if they found it. The restaurant we went to for dinner doesn't have it. After that, I'll call around a few more places and then file a police report, I guess?
oh crud, shrift, I hope it turns up!
Today's lesson: any kind of opiate can cause itching as a side effect.
I'm not sure I'll be able to get on my flight without photo ID, so this is going to be so much fun.
The TSA says you can probably fly if you provide some identifying information and go through more screening.
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My mother's had HGTV on all day, and I am up to here with people who expect to get hardwood floors, granite countertops, and four giant bedrooms for a ridiculously low price.
Wait, don't you have your passport? Hopefully not in the wallet.