Badcarma travels with me

I was kicked off a driving range the other day. (Get it? Driving range? Bad "driving" carma?)

No lie.
I'd made an appointment for a golf lesson, but had to miss it because my boss called me into a meeting and it ran over.
I called the lady and apologized as soon as I could get to a phone and she was pretty mean about it. So, of course, I reacted to her rudness by saying with some exasperation, "It's not like I'm self employed! I can't just walk out on my boss!"
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.
I compounded my error by going to the driving range thinking I'd just hit some balls and maybe smooth things over with her.
Boy was I wrong.
She was there, arms crossed over her chest GLARING at me when I walked up.
So I handed her a $20, asked for tokens for the balls and as she angrily slapped my change down on the counter I foolishly said, "Why don't you keep that as a cancellation fee."
She went OFF!!!
She yelled that she wasn't going to take my money and on and on, followed me out to the ball machine and shoved the money in my hand.
As she walked back into her little trailer, I said to myself, "Boy, someone's in need of some people skills."

She came barrelling back out, "I HEARD THAT!"
She said she wasn't rude to me on the phone and that other people in the room with her concurred she wasn't rude and why on earth would I schedule a meeting with my boss anyway knowing I had a golf lesson coming up, blah blah blah.
She went back in and, again, I said to myself, "Wow."
Out she came again with a $20 in her hand and told me I wasn't allowed to make comments about her like that and I should leave.
I tried to reason with her and she called her husband over.
He tried to be calm about things and explain their policies when someone misses a lesson.
She starts hollering and saying I came in and slapped my money down and demanded a jumbo basket of balls and I was only offering a cancellation fee "to make a POINT!"
Man, I thought, I gotta get out of here.
So I said I understood their policies, but I didn't appreciate being treated so rudely. I was just trying to make amends, I was sorry I missed the lesson, it couldn't be avoided and clearly there was a personality problem here and I was just going to leave.

So I went to Riverlakes and hit balls there instead. It's nicer anyway. But less convenient than the other place.

I've been agonizing over that little event for several days now wondering about my intentions and whether my tone was wrong. It probably was. Clearly I deserved what I got.

My OTHER car...

Went golfing at Horsethief up in Stallion Springs on Friday with a bunch of work buddies (we scored some free golf passes!).
Aside from my very poor drives (ha, get it? a golfing term blending w/badcarma!) there was one waaaaaaaay cool ride in the lot when we finished.
Course I had to take a pic of myself near it. When else could I afford to even BREATHE on something like this?!

Driveable vs. Rideable

Well, I figure Larry could get the 55 "running" without too much trouble. But for it to be "rideable" I'm thinking it should have a few basics:
Headlights
Seats
Seat Belts
Brakes

I'm picky that way...

The Ol' 55

My husband bought a '55 Chevy in high school. He apparently had it running at some point, but for all the time I've known him (since 1992) the Ol' 55 has been rusting away at his friend Dave's house in Taft. Well, Dave got married. So the car eventually found its way back to Larry and into our sideyard about 6 months ago.

Larry was very excited about how he was going to fix it up. I think it would be way cool.

But do we need a Monster Garage to do the job? Can we actually make this a rideable ride in our backyard with limited time and tools? (Emphasis on the LIMITED TIME aspect!)

AND, he just told me his goal is to have it running for his 30th class reunion, which is June 2007...DUDE! No WAY!

The video below

That was the other morning. Just routine Rosedale Highway crap.Turned out to be something wrong at Vista West High School, the continuation school. Who knows, maybe one of the kiddies was smoking in the boys room. But the fire dept and CHP were there and one lane was blocked so Rosedale was backed up for TWO MILES.

Course, I was late that day...typi-FING-cal!!!

Rosedale jam

What a pisser!

Ok, like most of you, I'm pretty sick of the Calvin rip off character peeing on everything from Chevy's and Fords to Osama's turbanned head. But I saw this on a truck in the Chuy's parking lot right off of, you guessed it, Rosedale Highway and I admit it, I was charmed.

One finger salute

Well, if I'd snapped this a second sooner, or a couple seconds later, you would have seen this lady's feelings more accurately expressed, as in the big FINGER.
While I agree with her most days, this was a traffic jam and the guy in front of her couldn't go any faster so I have to say she was a little overwrought. Not something I'm EVER accused of. HA!