Last week, I felt REALLY bad. In fact, on Friday, after breakfast with the gang. Phillip said, "We'll call you mid-week." Which might not sound like much, but, it's a pay call for them and there's not much money coming in. 'GOD, I must look as bad as I feel!' So, Friday, I stopped at the store to pick up a few things, was hungry for fruit, and, I have always felt that if you crave something, your body is telling you 'Hey, I want this in order to feel better!' I saw 'Joint-Juice' on the shelf and picked up a 6-pack for around $5. Have an 8oz bottle every morning, and, am feeling much better. Think I'll totally go off of red meat, especially bacon (damn) and stay away from sodas. But the weakness in the legs is subsiding and that was what had me worried. I know if I went back to the doctor, he'd be talking MRI and surgery. Ain't goin' there!!!!
Last week, while feeling like shit, I dropped a sale bill off at the Amish Market 'cause I'd talked to John about the sale and he was interested in it. The Amish around here are starting to buy tractors, especially the younger ones. They can keep them on rubber wheels for a year, before the bishop starts givin' them the 'hairy eyeball'. But, they get around that by lending it to their brother, cousin, nephew, etc, etc. for a year and back again. It's the usual double-standard. I seriously doubt if any Amish would be buying these tractors, but they love a sale, and love looking at them. But these are restored and will bring more $$ than they'd want to spend for a working tractor.
Anyhow, I digress.......
John was busy with a customer looking at very large fishing hooks, telling him he only had that one in the store but he had more at home, the young man said he'd take them all. John turned around and I quickly handed him the sale bill, he thanked me and I walked out of the store and up the side walk towards the PO. By this time, there was another dude, that wasn't with the two buying the fish hook, standing at the front of the store, who said, "Yeah, you could hang a day-old kitten on that hook." I stopped in mid step, probably about 15-20 paces up the walk, and said, "THAT'S DISGUSTING", turned around, looked him in the eye....."You're an asshole". He just looked at me. I thought, come on, get up here and say something else, I feel like jerking a knot in someone's tail today. He walked back into the store. I went into the PO. When I came back out, he was getting in his SUV, I backed out, looked at him, an the idiot waved to me! I hope he went back in and asked John who I was, 'cause I ain't forgetting what he said. Jerk. I told my dad and he just laughed, told me I was 'Little Betty' which is my mom's name. And, that's a compliment.
Get feeling better real soon.
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