Husband is on the phone getting insurance set up for a new car. The CSR has sounded like your typical slightly clueless but well-intentioned mid-twenties professional. Then he asked what kind of car my husband is getting (a Mazda 6).
Insurance guy: Duuuuuude, that must be a sweeeeeet ride!
The people on the phones get their thrills where they can.
Duuuuuude, that must be a sweeeeeet ride!
I would have automatically responded "WHAT DOES MINE SAY?"
And now someone has tried to login and get to our bank information, and in the process of trying to get this sorted out with the bank's fraud protection line, I think I have convinced the dude that I am the fraudulent person.
Dude is now on the phone with my husband, who seems to be the allowed owner of the login account. After a rocky start with the security questions, I think he's convinced the guy that he is not an international criminal.
Nobody got stabbed this year at Pride!!
If any of the Buffistas are international criminals just remember that we can also use Buffista Island as an offshore money laundering haven.
Yay for no stabination!
Small townism: The Otter Lake Fire Department posted on FB that a gathering was planned at 4PM to greet a resident coming home after a couple months in hospital for a liver transplant. We gathered along with about 3 dozen people and they shot water from the firehose over the highway and gave her a siren and lights escort to the firehouse. Her grandkids were there and tears were shed. I am totally a big city girl, but that kind of thing is super sweet.
I managed to get to the gym and to the market while my inlaws were here with ltc. Do I get a gold star? I think I have everything we need to cook for the party now. I have to make up goodie bags for the kids and organize the rest of the party stuff.