Spawn

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Location: Central Texas

I'm tired.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Lube

Through a drawn-out series of events at work, I now find myself in a position to buy many of the day-to-day things we need to get our jobs done.  I order pharmaceuticals and medical supplies, as well as procure some of the less strictly MEDICAL stuff that keeps the staff happy.  Things like feather dusters and really big bags of chocolate.

On the bottom of the whiteboard where we write our list of meds to be ordered is a box specifically set aside for the non-professional stuff.  Traditionally, our owner would buy those things from Sam's Club just down the road.  However, having gone to Sam's Club yesterday to continue the tradition, I was rudely awakened to the fact that they DON'T ACCEPT VISA CREDIT.  Visa debit is fine, but credit?  Fuck, no, thank you very much--we prefer to reject the most widely-used credit card in the cosmos because reasons!  So that led to my proclamation of "Bye, Felicia!" and the abandonment of a (very) full basket at the checkout counter for employees to re-shelve, followed by a grand exit during which I willed myself to believe that the Walton family (of WalMart fame) gives even the smallest rat's shit about the money they'll lose from my NOT buying 6 paper towel dispensers and a buttload of dish soap.  There's way more to the saga of Sam's, but it can all be summed up tidily by saying that Sam's Club sucks festering ass.

Anyway. . .

One of the items on the list yesterday was lube.  We use a LOT of lube.  On thermometers and our (gloved) fingers.  I'm sure you can imagine.  So while I was at Ass Sucking Central Command (Sam's Club) yesterday, gathering up all the stuff I wouldn't be allowed to buy, I had to ask the woman behind the pharmacy counter if they carried lube, which they don't.  (Because nobody involved with Sam's Club has need of lube.  Ever.)  Then I asked her, "Can you tell me where I can get lube in bulk?"

Let me reiterate:

"Can you tell me where I can get lube in bulk?"

I ASKED THAT QUESTION.  Shortly thereafter, I was informed by Sam's that my puny little Visa credit card with the $5,000 A MONTH limit wasn't good in their establishment.  So even if they had had it, I would have had to leave it behind.

Do you appreciate the difficulty of finding lube in bulk?

I had today off, and so went to WalMart (I love the Walton clan, I really do.  My cheapness almost always trumps every other consideration.)  There I found lube in 4-ounce tubes, and since they were only $1.98 apiece, I tossed 5 into my basket along with the packages of Sharpies and bottles of dish soap.  As I headed toward the checkout lines, I realized someone was going to have to handle all the lube to bag it up, and felt a little of what it must feel like to walk into the drugstore and buy condoms for the first time.  Did I really want some little old guy wondering just what in the name of fuck-all I needed FIVE tubes of lube for?  Not really.

So I bought a tote bag.  I bought a $5 tote bag EXCLUSIVELY for buying 5 tubes of lube, so I wouldn't have to go through the manned checkout lane and could instead go through the self-checkout where, for some bizarre reason, they don't have bags.  (Well, I guess it isn't that bizarre.  If there were bags at the self-checkout, they wouldn't be able to make sure they were charging us a dime each for them.  Because the Walton's need dimes.)

My stealthiness worked, and nobody accused me of being a whore, which was nice.

Upon taking my luby treasures to work, I discovered that we just usually bundle the request for lube into our usual order for Rimadyl and Phycox and CT Chews.  No biggie.

And then the Girl showed me online where I could buy a 50-gallon drum of lube.  I don't want to know how she knows.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

I would NOT like it!

In a coffee shop somewhere

ME
(Happily surprised)  Hey!  How're you doing?

YOU
(hugging)  I'm great!  How are you?

ME
Pretty well, actually.  I just got a promotion, so. . . you know, things are good!

YOU
That's awesome!  Will you be making more money?

ME
Not at the beginning, but maybe soon?  We'll have to see how it goes.  

YOU
(grinning widely)  Well, I'm impressed.  I always knew you could do it.  

ME
(looking around at others around, assessing)  Hey, is it warmish in here, or is it just me?

YOU
(also gauging everyone else in room)  No, I think it's just you.  Oh, did you hear that I'm going  to be moving soon?  The new house is way bigger, and I just LOVE the neighborhood.

ME
(reaching up to touch own face)  Well, it'll certainly be better than living next door to that psychomoose you've had to deal with for years.  (laughing, but touching face with slightly more pressure.)

YOU
Don't I know it.  She pulled some crazy shit.

ME
(poking at own cheeks with rising alarm)  Seriously, am I the only one who feels like this?  Is your face tingly at all?

YOU
No...are you okay?

ME
(laughing again)  Oh, I'm fine.  I'm probably just dehydrated.  (signals waiter for a glass of water)

YOU
My brother once passed out cold in the middle of a picnic, and we were told he was dehydrated.  Personally, I think it was the 32 beers, but what do I know?

ME
Uh, ha-ha!  Yeah.  (flicking fingers into cheek.)  Five six-packs will do that to you. . . (experimental, tentative smack across own face.)

YOU
What are you doing?

ME
Being an alarmist, apparently.  I'm fine.  (deep breath, regroup, smiiiile)  So what prompted the move?  Aside from the neighbor, that is.  Didn't she burn carpet in the backyard that one time?  Who does that?

YOU
Yes!  Oh, my God, the smell!  It was like a tire factory in Detroit, or something.  But no, I'm moving to be closer to work and in a neighborhood that doesn't make me fear for my life.  The commute will go from an hour to something like 15 minutes.  Glorious!  Wait.  What--

ME
(running fingers down face, pulling skin down into a rubber halloween mask inside-out lower eyelid screamfest)  Nothing.  Are you--  Can you feel--  Touch my face.

YOU
(recoiling almost imperceptibly) I don't know. . .

ME
TOUCH IT!

YOU
(reaching out and touching face)  Feels perfectly normal, okay?

ME
(panicky) But I can't feel it!

YOU
What?

ME
(grabbing at YOU's shirt collar and yanking)  I think I might be having a stroke.  Does my face look funny?  Is one side all hangy?  Baby aspirin!  I need a baby aspirin!

YOU
I think that's for heart attacks...

ME
(pretty darn shrieky) Really?  You feel the need to be pedantic RIGHT NOW?  I'm probably going to lose the ability to speak in about three minutes and you're withholding the aspirin?!

YOU
(backpedaling, literally) I'm not--

ME
(making hurculean effort to calm the fuck down)  Breathe.  Breathe.  Okay.  Okaaaaaaaaay. . .  Phew.  I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to yell at you, but seriously--

YOU
I--

ME
(losing shit yet again)  WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY FACE?!

YOU
(deer in headlights, dude)  Normal!  It's normal!  Your face is totally normal!

ME
(very stern)  No, it is NOT.  NORMAL.  I cannot FEEL IT.  Here, do this-- (grabs YOU's hand and smacks it back and forth across own face really, really hard)  

YOU
(yanks hand back)  Hey!

ME
THAT WAS NOT NORMAL!

YOU
(freaked out beyond reason)  No, making your friend smash you across the face is definitely not normal!

ME
(wild-eyed, freakishly animated) Call me an ambulance!  I can't feel my face and I need a hospital with doctors in it RIGHT NOW! Doctors with medicine and needles and soothy voices!

YOU
(starting to scuttle in an AWAY direction)  Yes, of course!  Stay right there!  I'll call, I'll call!  (sprints to nearest phone)

ME
(sweating, squeezing cheeks and gritting teeth)  Hurry!  I--  I--  (calms quite abruptly)  Oh.  Okay, okay.  (touches cheek again, tremulous sigh) Hey, I, um . . .

YOU
(calling from across room)  They're on their way, okay?  It's just going to be a few minutes, so hold on.

ME
(stupidly sheepish) Um, yeah, thanks.  I uh--  well, I feel kind of okay now, and. . . so maybe I don't need--

YOU
(really kind of livid.  I'm so sorry. . .)  ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

ME
I--

YOU
(shouty and sounding very mean, even though I really did think I was--)  Everyone in this goddamn coffee shop is staring at us like we just punched a bunch of babies in the throat and you're OKAY NOW?  What the fuck?  What the ACTUAL fuck?!

ME
(a teensy bit defensive) When you walked over there, it got better, okay?  It was only when I was WITH YOU, so I think maybe this is YOUR problem! (crossing arms because hmph!)

YOU
(totally unable to speak, probably overcome with guilt about what you caused.  You need to be more careful.)