Thursday Night Smash Up

I have to say this is a smash it up day. Nothing went as planned and I had to flex with the day.

I woke with a sore throat, not meaning anything bad because if I take allergy medication it`ll sometimes make me have a dry sore throat but I did not have any 🙁

I worked on a couple blogs and Tony came home. The weather is unpredictable , storms with rain or snow, no one knows, So Tony wants to stock on Pepsi and his grape flavored shots. I now am bathing to go shopping. But to tell the truth I needed blood sugar testing strips anyways 🙂

By the time I got back it had rained but stopped. I grabbed my dirty clothes and put them back on, got the dogs and went for a walk. I still have the sore throat but I sucked on one of those drops that numb.

About my forth trip around the fields Tony stood on the front porch yelling for me to stop when I came back around.

A tenant called and said ” The door fell off the hinges and wont close.” I always find it disturbing to hear a ” door fell” because it usually means ” we knocked it down to get in the house because we left the key inside.” The guy Tony asked to go fix it said that he couldn`t do it alone so to work we went.

On the way my car sort of tore up. The power steering quit, I barely got off the side of the road and I had a tailgater almost cream me because I reckon they don`t understand hazard flashers.

We filled it up with fluid and by time we drove another 20 miles it needed it again. However, I drove all the way home without adding more but its making a weird noise. I do expect the car parts to break since I have 305,000 miles on my car.

We still do not know what the heck happened to that door but Tony could not get the ” new door, only three months old” back as it was, a perfect fit. He actually had to take the saw and trim out the door facing, he said he was not cutting that new door. The helper said that the top was hanging down and the door lock plate was hanging , barely.

It began to rain and the longer I waited for the men to work on that door the sicker I am feeling. I usually dodge these germs even being around sick people.

I drove home in the rain.

I felt so bad that I did not want to cook but I know I needed food that I went 100% off my way of eating. I had a burger and potato chips.

No I did not get any work done on the at home business, no I did not get any paper work done …. my day just went… whatever way the wind blew it.

Now Its not even nine pm and I am thinking about going to bed.

How was your day?

By Andria Perry
Art by Andria Perry

Conversation With Angie – To Much Bull

See this is where conversations can take a turn around to put out a heated moment or to resolve what one sees as a problem. Bull sh*ting and Bull sh*ter.

While I was inspecting one of my rental properties the tenant was telling me what she needed fixed as I was checking out for her cleanliness, she is known to me to hoard and not clean, she told me ” we have a water leak somewhere”. I asked “where?”. She did not know but he water bill was higher. I had to explain that I could not find it, she would have to tell me where its leaking for me to fix it. She told me that her dog went under the house and that there is a huge deep hole under the house, why?

Now I am on my toes and I do not miss a beat when I explained “Back in the old days people dug root cellars to store their canned foods, it had to be cool and dark”. They agreed that people used to do this practice. Seriously, I have no idea why there is a huge hole under the house unless its an unfinished basement from eighty years ago. 🙂


Last week the night time guy at the gas station sold Tony a carton of cigarettes, a new brand for him to try, but he tossed 10 packs in a bag and not the carton.

After two packs Tony decided he could not smoke them that they were to strong and took them back. The day cashier was a total Botch and Tony came back to the car mad with the cigarettes in hand. The cashier refused to let him talk to the manager.

This morning I went in for my weekly Sunday News papers and the manager was working, I know her from shopping at this store so while the store was empty I talked with her about what had happened.

I told her about the rude encounter and she told me she heard something about it. Then she added that she is not supposed to say anything but knowing me somewhat and I have no harm toward anyone she told me when she is in back she is with money and that is why she could not come out.

Here comes the billsh*t.

She told me they cannot by law take cigarettes back for an exchange or refund.What??!?!?!? Bull. Wanna know why? if that was true where are the signs? If refunds or exchanges for tobacco products is against the law there would be a huge sign stating this fact. All sales final. Right?

I got another one too, she said ” we cannot sell generic cigarettes in a carton they have to be loose”. WHAT?!?!?!

I do like this manager but c`mon cant bull sh*t a bull sh*tter! I do not see this as underestimating my intelligence but as being a peace maker. I run a business and I know how that goes BUT… come on now!

When I was 19 years old I worked as a “go for” this blind man for his store, I bought cigarettes from the wholesale house. This man gave me a list and the money with his tax number and I drove my truck and picked up his order. The cigarettes are owned by each store and has nothing to do with who exchanges or refunds. The state only enforces sale to minors.

So this is how this situation will play out, I can call home office and I ask these questions or I call the state of Alabama and ask them these questions, why ask? I am a facts kind of person.

I will also report this same cashier for what she said when asked for something to check the oil in my truck, I said” I need something to wipe the oil stick to check my oil” that same cashier replied ” you`ll have to go to another gas station if you want that service”. I kid you not! Her boyfriend offered me a paper towel, not the lady running the place.The manager at the time was told but nothing was done because she is still there.

How do you bull sh*it a bull sh*tter?

By Andria Perry
Photo By Andria Perry