I’m going to spend the weekend with my G-daughter to celebrate her birthday which was yesterday. She’s ten now.
Monday is the last day of rehab. I’m giving those abusive therapists, who had no sympathy for my difficulty on that horrible treadmill, a bag of candy. My partner is making them her famous cherry pound cake. (I’m still trying to get that recipe.) Yea, yea they can eat it they are young and thin. :lol: Really it’s not revenge. I’m also giving them this card I made, with the following words.
The OXYGYM Abuse!!
Drag my tired body out of bed.
I need life in my sleepy head.
A lethargic walk to the shower
before I’m abuse for an hour.
I call it the gym where I go.
Okay, it’s really rehab you know.
None the less I feel mistreated,
especially when the gym gets heated.
I fear and hate that treadmill,
after walking it I needs me a pill!
Speed too fast, incline too high!!
Oh Lord! My poor aching body! I cry.
But I kept my composure
now it’s finally over.
Thanks is what I say
I’ll see you some other day.
Also I’m going away on Tuesday. This means I need to start packing today for the weekend and for Tuesday. After the gym I will be pooped always am. My high school is having its 35th year class reunion. I was a super pot head in high school. If you didn’t get high with me I don’t remember you. So this is going to be interesting. I know these people from Face Book more than from HS. My sister still lives in Pleasantville, so I will get to spend time with her and her family. My HS running buddy is putting me up for the week I’ll be away.
Now that I explained this I went out today to take care of business that I won’t have time to do. I held the door open for this lady to enter the bank. She walks pass me and doesn’t say a world. I shrug my shoulders and walk to the drug store and again I hold the door for a lady and again no thank you. I go to the super market I have only two items the man in front of me has one. The lady in front of him puts over twenty items on the counter. Yes I did count them. It’s okay the cashier is quick and is doing his job. The lady brought a few sale items and they rang up with the wrong price. The cashier adjusts the price of the veggies. Then she had some cans that weren’t the sale price. Now she has to go back to get the right items. The man in front of me sucks his teeth and moves to make room for her to pass. She says it’s not my fault. I responded yes it is you have over twenty items on a fifteen or less line. Her rude and wrong ass still fussed like she is right. I again just shake my head and let it go.
I get on the bus with my bags and cane. Young people who know better are sitting in the handicap seating. There’s a single seat so I take that one. This lady behind me gets up and drops her bag. I reach down pick it up and hand it to her. Does she say thank you? No she doesn’t. Again my only response is I shake my head.
What is wrong with people? Is common courtesy dead? Are people so wrapped up in their own lives that they can’t acknowledge kindness? As I continue on home I thought. I’m not helping anyone any more. Every man for himself! That’s not me it’s just not my nature. I’m too damn nice sometimes. I neglected to share that I stopped in Micky’ D’s to use the bathroom. As I was walking out one of the workers was mopping the door. Again I held the door for an elderly lady pulling one of those rolling shopping bags. I take it upon myself to warn her that the floor is wet. She gave me a big smile and thanked me several times. So the one grateful thank you out shined the three rude people I encountered.