Funny about Money

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. ―Edmund Burke

When You Think You Have Nothing to Do…

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You’re just sitting here, right? Playing some silly computer game, whiling away the time before you have to drive to Scottsdale to schlep your computer to the Apple “Geniuses” in hopes of getting the current raft of quirks fixed. That’s an hour’s drive, so you’ve gotta be outtahere by noon…and…and…dayum! It’s already 10 a.m. Holeeee shee-ut!

Hurry...

Dump the coffee grounds into the garden to pre-empt the cleaning from dumping them down the kitchen sink drain, thereby creating a fine new plumber’s bill.

Hurry...

Climb into the bathtub to get washed and…

Hurry...

Haul out of the tub to answer the goddamned phone. Manually  block another spoofed number. Recall that you didn’t block the number that was used for yesterday afternoon’s harassment, either.

Hurry...

Get the money for the cleaning lady; place it where she can find it.

Hurry...

Hurry…block yesterday’s nuisance call number. Search through the blocked phone numbers and unblock the dermatologist’s number, zapped in error yesterday.

Hurry...

Throw on some decent clothes and paint the face preparatory to schlepping across the city. Realize an old sweater and a pair jeans will not make it for an appearance in the dystopically redesigned and now very ugly Scottsdale Fashion Square. Consider: do you care what the Richistani think of you? Reconsider: problem is, of course, getting the “help” at the Apple store to notice you.

Hurry...

Better put on some better clothes. And shoes, come to think of it!

Hurry...

Pick up the mess in the office.

Hurry...

Recharge the computer, for godsake. It’s already at 78%…will it get back to 100% by noon?

Hurry...

Back up to Time Machine. But…seriously? Won’t that take longer than 45 minutes? Shoulda thought of that sooner. Doesn’t matter. Damned Time Machine isn’t reading the external drive. Ducky. But Finder is reading it and emits an angry squawk when it’s disconnected.

Hurry...

Out the door!

 

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