When security goes bad

 

Working at the county certainly has its “interesting” moments.  Between the upper echelons of management, and the redundancy of paperwork, sometimes I wonder how it is that we manage to do what we do.  Yet, of all of the quirky people, today I met a new class of peculiarity – security.  Across from my building, the Ronald Reagan courthouse looms imposingly over the locale.  Outside, a band of security guards inspect each vehicle approaching the parking garage.  Typically, I see the guards as I cross the street on my all-important journey to Starbucks.  This morning, as I walked over there on my solo run, I heard the guards speaking.

 

“The problem is, they had it all wrong. If you chop the head off, the body just completely whithers away.  That’s the way to do it.”

 

MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shopping hell!

Why, oh why oh why oh why must my husband have the most over-the-top and extreme tastes in things?

While driving home from a cooking guild meeting this evening, my mind began wandering along as I sat at a red light.  Skipping down the path of random stream of consciousness, I went from olives, to methods of packing olives, to pretty presentations to gift presentations to gifts to holidays to holiday shopping.

Then... it hit me (No, not literally).  I thought of the perfect thing to get for my honey!

So heading home, I quickly hopped on line before I would forget this concept.  Looking on ebay, I figured I would find a good price guestimate.

GASSSSSSSSSSSP!

$945 worth of estimate later, I am still picking my jaw up off the floor.

Ugh.