It’s Read Free Sunday (RFS) at The Diary.
It’s Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Saturday, May 7
The US mint (there’s one in the big city) appears to be up and running again, as both cash drawers had spare rolls of quarters in them and there were no less than twelve rolls of quarters in the safe, a very high amount usually reserved for holiday weekends when everyone wants to do laundry.
Boy, we are really giving things away at the sundry stand, something we’ve noted here before: the markup on some items isn’t really very high…At about 0130 three guys and one of the guy’s girlfriends stops by…Two of them got chips and a water for $2, a steal…The other splurged and got a water and an ice cream (cookie dough, which is 98% sugar, so much for watching between-meal treats) for all of $3.50, a total which includes a complimentary spoon…I’ve discussed this with Front Desk Manager Brandon and he doesn’t really mind, saying they’re happy with the sundry stand breaking even.
The big news is today the second anniversary of buying the knife…Longtime readers of this crap may – or they may not – recall it was at the farm and ranch store in the next county and ol’ Sparrow was looking for something to use around the house and my buddy Pete showed me his selection, which was a bit more modest than yours truly thought a nice store of that type might have otherwise had.
Anyway, I found myself thinking back to firearms training at the Doily Delivery Company when Ryan asked the instructor, whose name has been lost to History, how did he go about picking out a gun…His answer was similar to picking out a date for the weekend: choose something you like to look at…All right, bearing that in mind I narrowed it down to two and picked the knife based on both Pete’s recommendation and the fact it was being sold at a deeper discount…(I got it for even less, too: it listed for $125 or so, was discounted to $89 and rang up at $54, something I alerted the cashier to…She called in the Knife Department Manager, who looked at the box as if it held the sacred mysteries of the Orient, before the clerk took command and announced it was going out the door for $54, plus tax…It would later turn out this model was being discontinued.)…Later I added the sheath and some research later showed both are world-class pieces of gear…A hell of a buy.
I get home and there’s a text from the Sparrow LLC’s bank asking if a couple of recent charges were made by yours truly…Well, considering they were both in France – probably at some brothel or bistro or some such nonsense – the answer is no tho, honestly, if they are only spending $104 at a brothel they’re probably ordering on the value menu…There was another charge for $95 and change, too…So I text back no and there’s another text requesting I call their 800 number.
Regular readers of this crap know this has happened before and based on those experiences it is our considered opinion that the customer service our small-town bank forks over for is lacking…It took an hour – no small amount of it on hold – and four people to get to the bottom of things.
The problem was so knotty the third foreigner threw up her hands and transferred me to someone who spoke proper American to solve it…She tapped some keys and put me on hold (of course) then told me it would be the usual ten days to see the matter resolved and that they’d send me a letter when the investigation was concluded…It should show the same result as ol’ Sparrow’s investigation: that he hasn’t been to France and, considering he was holding the debit card in his hand, that the card hadn’t been to France, either, and that both charges should be refunded.
Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 1030 Saturday until 2130 Saturday…11.0 hours for the week and new PB 57.5 hours for the week…Yours truly should probably look into sending the pillow to the Sleeping Hall of Fame or something…God bless all of you.
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The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name.
