HERE'S A SHOUT OUT

What began as a problematic day turned positive with a simple 35 second visit to Verizon.  

Background:

Just out of surgery with Kidney Stone blasting, I came home to find a nuisance of a person pulling up to my door within two [2] minutes of my arriving home.  For three [3] days while in the hospital I told him I would contact him over the weekend and would pay him to work on my house. Albeit, he was doing a small repair job, but I needed to, A. Get home from the Boston based hospital; and, B. Have a clear head to function and speak to him. He hounded me for the entire time I was in the hospital and, en plus, once I was released and recuperating for two nights at my mother's house.  Low and behold, there he was, as if he were stalking me, at my house within minutes of my arrival.  

Of course, he padded the hours.  We discussed the discrepancies.  At the end of the drama, I wrote a check for $240 more than what he deserved and/or worked. However, I wanted him out of my house and life.  The $240 was payment to keep him away forever.  My new m.o. as the lesson told in the film, "The Bronks Tale."

Next, I had an argument with my daughter.  Yes, again, the spendthrift.  She thinks my bank account is comparable to that of Bill Gates'. NOT!!!

Somewhere between the 15 minute drive from my mother's house to my house in the neighboring town, my phone wouldn't turn on.  I tried 6 different apple chargers.  They all couldn't be broken!!!!  WTH!  

The anesthesia or the pills [one of six different ones] was making me nauseated and dizzy.  My mobility was limited.  More angst.

And, lastly, getting back to my daughter issue, my friend, who came over to say hello and see how I was getting along, defended my daughter's spendthrift mannerisms immediately following my saying to not, whatsoever, defend or comment on the situation, at all.  I was livid.  Within 18 seconds [a new record] my friend defended my daughter.  WTH.  I tossed him out.  C'ya!  He didn't leave.

In any event, I was determined to get my phone repaired.  After several failed attempts to contact Verizon by phone I headed to the local store just a few miles down the road.  My friend drove since I was not functioning 100%.  I walked into the store.  Thankfully, it was empty with the exception of the two poor employees who had no idea what was about to ensue.  

One was stationed at the front desk and the second in the rear.  I walked to the poor guy at the front desk and simply said, "I am in a very bad mood. Just got out of the hospital, had a fight with my daughter over money, and now my phone is dead.  If you can fix it I will give you a big hug.  And, oh, I am sorry that my bad mood is projecting towards you.  I apologize, it is not you, at all.  Just please fix it."  

15 seconds later the phone was turned on.  He turned to me with a big grin on his face and says, "This happens all the time.  I see it once per day."  He proceeded to tell me what happened and how to fix the next time.  Elementary.  

The guy in the back chimed, "Don't forget to give him a hug."  I sure did!  A big bear hug, at that.  After which, I departed with a big smile on my face.  The rest of the day didn't matter.

Thank you, Verizon.