I'm baaaaaack!!!!!!!!

Or, it could be that in a crowd of people who are just marking time, that it doesn't take much to excel.

 

Dinner at Chik-Fil-A with The Hot Chick. Rare treat.

Finally got my CB installed. Works okay but SWR is high. I can't access anything so either the shop does their thing, I go to a CB guy, or it only gets used in short bursts. Come to think of it I barely use the thing anyway. Usually just turn it on at a brake check til I hear which lane is dropping then shut it off again. Too many radio Rambos out there.

Fuses are pretty much inaccessible so shop. All connectors to washer motor good so shop. No reset for trip computer so shop. Soft reset on Qualcomm not effective so shop. No load lock rack so shop.

License plate has suffered a catastrophic existence failure. Was told to just bring it to yard since I'm headed there anyway. Pulled into one scale house already. When I used the term "catastrophic existence failure" the guy choked on his coffee and the other guy pointed and laughed. They had a ball tossing that phrase around for a minute, then let me go (after checking my registration).

 

Conagra Foods in Russellville AR. At Pilot next door, appointment window is 0300-0400. I'm fueled and ready.

 

Grrrrrr....

Please don't let me hear you talking about how you don't believe in ADD/ADHD/sleep apnea/insert legitimate medical condition here.

The fact that a thing is outside of your personal experience does not negate it's existence. You blithering idiot.

I have sleep apnea. It is not, contrary to popular opinion, directly related to neck size. I'm down to 250 (from a max of 330) and still have it bad. I cannot sleep without my machine. I have a very good friend who is twice my girth and sleeps like a baby. A baby hippopotamus--but he doesn't need a machine and doesn't snore.

Learning disabilities are not just exuses for basic stupidity or laziness. I grew up with ADHD and dyslexia. I defy anyone to stand in front of me and call me lazy or stupid. I've had to work twice as hard as you to achieve a level of eloquence that I consider acceptable. I notice that you have had it easy, but read on a sixth grade level. I had to work three times as hard as you to learn basic math. I had to learn how to read the numbers properly, at the same time that I had to learn to focus long enough to gain the problem solving skills to do the work. I notice that you, who could always glance at a figure and instantly decipher it, can barely count out your change.

Don't you dare call me lazy, because I've played the hand I was dealt and made it into a winner through hard work and determination. Why don't you do something with your handful of aces instead of making fun of me with my fours and fives!? I've made my peace with the hand I've been dealt. I'm not going to listen to you trash it. I've already done more with my life than you have with yours.

Jerk.

 

Just some mouth breather with a completely undeserved superiority complex.

People who decide that someone who had to overcome dyslexia or ADHD are just making excuses for their stupidity and/or laziness inspire me to inflict grievous bodily harm. Ranks right up there with "PTSD is a lie" with my trigger phrases. So some ignorant boob starts spouting off about how there's no such thing as dyslexia, just dumb lazy kids who don't want to read, and ADHD is BS (I will agree it is probably over 95% overdiagnosed; however the genuine cases make school heart breakingly difficult) and I have to struggle to control the Flaming Thunder Punch of Death. 'Cause Flaming Thunder Punching (of Death) somebody's fool head into next Thursday would be awkward.

 

Load not ready (valid appointment but somehow not on the schedule for today). At Waffle House getting a nice breakfast while The Hot Chick sleeps at high speed.

 

Sometimes it works out okay.

Saw a little stay dog out in the parking lot. Walked out with bacon. The dog has been kicked around a little (fearful of me, shaking) but smelled the bacon and walked right up to me. She scarfed the bacon and responded well to a scratch on the back. Then she more or less charged into my lap, trying to burrow into my shirt with me still in it. Her fur was fairly clean and her nails were groomed, and she was wearing a collar that said "Spohie." Lost dog, not a stray.

There was a number on the tag. I called it and got a muzzy answer. "So sorry to call you at this hour," I said, "but do you by any chance know a little poodle mix, gray and white, named Sophie?"

The lady came alive instantly. Turns out they were parked at the Flying J in their RV and Sophie got out last night. She was cold, lost, and afraid, but snuggled into my lap and had just eaten bacon. It took her folks about ten minutes to show up. Sophie was overjoyed to see her humans and Mama was in tears. They were a bit iffy about Sophie getting bacon til I told them it was the only way she would let me near her. Apparently the grease messes with her GI tract. They said a couple days of upset stomach is a small price to pay to get their fur baby back. I refused the guy's offer of a reward. He insisted on at least buying me breakfast--they thought their baby was gone and got her back.

I got a free breakfast. Sophie found her family and got bacon. They got their dog back and learned an important lesson about keeping the door shut on that RV (it's a Freightliner Columbia conversion--nice one. They just got it).

Sometimes it works out okay.

 

I think I'd like one of those tractor conversion RVs. That Columbia was really nice. Not too big either (short box version). They were thinking about getting a dolly to tow a Smart car around. I said they could have gotten the longer version and just parked it inside. He laughed and said his Smart car gets giggles but he's never had to pay for parking in the city (they're from Manhattan). He makes a good point. Nice couple. I'm glad Sophie got them back.