Saturday, December 5, 2009

One of Those Days

I had kind of a bad day today. It was a day that would have made the most well-adjusted person paranoid.

I was eating lunch at a cafe with a friend, and I decided to play a song on the jukebox. A little boy was flipping through the songs. So I waited a few minutes or so, then said, "Do you mind if a play a song, then you could look so more?". A middle-aged woman at the booth nearby snarled, "He's playing a song." I blurted out, "Oh he has money?". I don't know why I said that, truly, but my tone was friendly. She just looked at me with an icy stare. She said "He already put it in. Will you show him how to do it?" This was said in an unfriendly tone, and she went back to staring at her cell phone (she was texting). So I helped the kid choose the song he wanted, then put my money in and picked my song. I just wanted to get away from there so I quickly picked She Blinded Me With Science by Thomas Dolby. Not a bad song choice, since I love 80's rock, but still not my first choice. If there was a song title She Blinded Me With Rudeness I would have played that. Then the kid says, " No I wanted this song" picking another song different from the one he first chose. I had a vision of the kid throwing a tantrum, and the woman beating the crap out of me (she was bigger than I am), so I said (within earshot of the woman), "Oh hold on I'll get another quarter". I went back to my table and got another quarter from my friend, and picked the song. The woman never thanked me. She still had her snout in her cell phone.

When I went back to my table, my food had arrived and it was cold because of the time I spent at the jukebox. The woman was in viewing range, and was talking on her cell phone now, even though she had someone else at the table (someone who I gave a little smile to,mostly out of pity, but he didn't smile back and just turned his head away). The she went back to texting. Her food arrived and I saw her shovel it into her mouth, taking large mouthfuls, and talking with her mouth full. She let out a loud burp, but did say excuse me. Then she got up to use the rest room, loudly coughing without covering her mouth, not even the non-elbow way of covering it. Back at her table, she sat down and proceeded to lay her head back and close her eyes. She was taking a nap! It blew my mind, let me tell you.

I decided to put the incident behind me as best as I could, and go shopping. Now, I have a habit of giving a little friendly smile to everyone I go by, even if I don't know them. Ninety-five percent of the people smile back. Today I did my smile thing and everyone seemed to have a slight scowl on their faces. I asked my friend "do I have something on my face or stuck in my teeth? Is my hair messy?" She reassured me everything was fine. What was going on? Were people just stressed out about Christmas? Were they just worried about the snow coming tonight? Did they turn into zombies?

The rest of the time I spent shopping I decided not to look at anyone, certainly not smile at them. I thought about spending the night with Ben and Jerry, drowning my sorrows (icing my sorrows?), but I resisted. I couldn't wait to get home and read my Zombie Survival Guide.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Lobster, Insanity, and Something About Mary

Yesterday was my birthday so I chose to go to a seafood restaurant for lunch with a friend. The restaurant wasn't fancy, but affordable. I had a craving for lobster pie.

As we were waiting to be seated a woman with four children came in. One of the kids must have had the swine flu, because he was hacking and coughing. I discreetly requested being seated far away from them.

The young waitress came over and took our drink order. Suddenly, a manager/supervisor came over in our face in an annoyed tone asking, "Did Mary [not her real name] come over?". I was stunned by this unexpected interruption and was speechless. She asked us again. We said yes, mostly to get rid of her. Another waitress came over and said to just say yes when asked about Mary. I figured poor Mary was either a new waitress or one that wasn't very good.

We got our drinks, after a bit of a wait. My friend was annoyed having to wait for her coffee. We were enjoying a conversation when again this manager came over and asked us if we wanted an appetizer. Her tone was still annoyed. I stuttered and said no. I was afraid of this lady. Would she hit us if Mary failed?
Not even two minutes later, the manager again came over and asked us if we ordered brandy. We told her we ordered coffee. She said, "oh, I smelled brandy" and walked away.

Things were temporarily quiet when an elderly woman got up and started singing in a wobbly voice, loudly. It was an old song, not familiar. There was a partial wall so I couldn't see if she was a customer or an employee. My friend said maybe she sings Happy Birthday and I threatened her not to mention it was my birthday. We asked another waitress, and she said the woman was an employee and she sings all the time. When the song was over, a little girl at the next table started singing, imitating her. We could hear a bunch of employees in the back room singing. Was there carbon monoxide in this place? Something in the water? We finished our meal and left.

Keep in mind I've been playing the game Left 4 Dead, killing zombies infected by a plague. These people weren't blue-grey tinged, but still I wish I had an Uzi, just in case.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Can You Read This?

This was in an email I got, and I thought I'd share it:

Only great minds can read this This is weird, but interesting!
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Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
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I could read it. Could you?

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Update on Cats in China

I have not forgotten about the cat situation in China. I did initially contact a group in China that actively works on protecting the cats. They told me I could volunteer from here in the U.S., but I have not heard back from them yet. I continue my hunt for information and resources.

Another resource found: Humane Society International. I sent them an email asking them about the situation in China. They sent the following email response:

[*TNR: Trap-Neuter-Return]

Dear Ruth,

Thank you for contacting us with your concern over recent media reports covering the brutal cat meat trade in Guangzhou. These shocking stories have prompted protest from all over the world, especially within China, where activists have staged public demonstrations and attempted to halt the cat meat traders by stopping their vehicles.

For more, please see here:

HSI is supporting a local organization in Beijing, where many of these cats are sourced. This organization has been performing *TNR all over the city since 2005, focusing on mass spay/neuter to reduce the population of street cats, many of whom fall victim to the meat and fur trade. Colonies are managed and protected by dedicated caretakers, and tireless volunteers train communities and individuals on TNR protocols.

HSI’s work in China has grown over the past three years. For more, please see here:

Be sure to read about our important work in China in 2008:

Thank you again for contacting us. We appreciate your concerns.

Kind regards,

Humane Society International

2100 L Street, NW | Washington, DC 20037 | USA

Tel: +1 (301) 258-3010 | Fax: +1 (301) 258-3082 |

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I have NOT GIVEN UP on this project, and intend to continue to seek ways to make a difference for those cats.