Sometimes the stories posted here may seem as though I exaggerate, or hyperbolize, or overstate, or magnify, or amplify, or . . . , but, I don't. I really don't.
This post was prefaced with that statement just in case you don't believe this one.
In an attempt to organize my life, boxes and closets and drawers of 'stuff' at my house are being dumped, turned up-side-down, trashed, and relocated.
Magazines that I've never had a chance to look at, much less read were loaded into the truck and hauled to the library.
I called first and told them what I had:
Better Homes and Gardens. I never subscribed to this magazine and as far as I know, have never paid for it. They just keep showing up in my mailbox. The collection went back to 2004. I kept thinking I would get around to looking at them. I never did.
Sunset. This is a wonderful magazine. But, who needs 100 issues of it ?
Fitness: I did read this one. And, no matter how many times I read the diets and looked at the diagrams of the exercises, nothing spectacular happened to my body, except maybe get rounder.
So, the gal at the library was thrilled and told me to bring them in. She said to come through the front entrance and take them downstairs. She also informed me there was an elevator.
Not being familiar with our library, and not knowing where the elevator was, I took in a small box full of magazines and used the stairs.
Once down there, I told the gal that the next box was much larger and heavier and that I would like to use the elevator . . . where is it ?
She pointed across the room and said, "Over there."
Then she said, and I quote, "It pretty much like, just goes straight up and like, ends up on the floor above."
And, then, she like, pointed "up there."
Like, made my day, totally.
I so wanted to say, "Here's your sign."
