On Friday, my friend Lynne and I had a long conversation about the various stresses in our current lives. She had to go out of town Saturday for business, and this was her plan:
Arrive at her destination airport.
Take a cab to her hotel.
Check in.
Immediately take a long, hot bath.
Go to bed and watch TV until she fell asleep.
Sleep as long as she wanted to.
Nine-thirtiesh (p.m.), my phone rang. Lynne’s ride from the airport to her hotel took over an hour because of traffic. Upon her arrival, the totally booked hotel had no reservation in her name, and she’d failed to write down her confirmation number on the papers she had with her. Would I go to her office and find the confirmation number of her hotel reservation on her desk and call her with it so she could TAKE HER LONG, HOT BATH?
Of course I would. I WANTED her to have that bath and that good night’s sleep. She deserves it.
I went to her office building. (Note: Empty parking garages and skyscrapers are scary at night. I’m grateful life doesn’t come with a soundtrack.) I didn’t find her confirmation number and had to call her with that sad news. Her next move was to get a cab to another hotel. As I was about to leave, I heard something down the hall in the LOCKED suite that her office is in. My next move was to frantically call Tom.
Freaking ice maker.
In light of the fact that I think Lynne’s day went much worse than mine, I won’t provide further details of my Saturday except to say that Tom brought home a new coffeemaker. (And I will NEVER have an ice maker.)
The End.
maybe you’ve learned to always, always, keep a spare coffee maker or two lying around for just such an emergency 🙂
i have a percolator, an espresso maker, a stovetop espresso maker, a french press, and another drip maker, stored away incase my normal coffee maker dies
Now THAT’S hardcore!
I like it.
haha, what’s bad though, is that at the moment, i’m out of coffee in the house since i haven’t been to the grocery..
and i added you a while back btw, though i haven’t written anything since the 4th
That’s sad, and yet I’m laughing.
I’ve read you for a while through Tim. =)
i’ve been reading you through Tim as well 🙂
I wonder if he feels used.
hahaha, i wonder if he got as much out of it as we did
Yes. I expect twenty dollars on the dresser from both of you.
You’re cute when you’re trembling. : )
I desperately sought a YouTube clip for you today, and if you knew how difficult YouTube is being, you’d really appreciate that. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find it.
It’s from Caddyshack, when Lacey Underall asks Ty Webb (Chevy Chase), “You wanna tie me up with some of your ties, Ty?”
Ha! I love that movie. Been too long since I’ve seen it.
I lost track long ago of how many times I’ve seen it. I can pretty much say all the lines along with them.
That’s how I used my brain instead of reading Proust.
But I bet you had brains enough to always pronounce his name correctly. I rhymed it with joust for the longest.
It’s okay. I quoted a line from one of my favorite W.B. Yeats poems to Tom and Tim the other night and mistakingly told them it was from one of my favorite G.M. Hopkins poems. I still have confessed this to no one but you, so don’t tell, okay? 😉
And then I said “mistakingly” to you instead of “mistakenly.”
Did you know I’m a writer?
psst. that’s why there are editors
Oh… I mean, I know that’s embarrassing, but what lovely society you must be, quoting poetry. : )
Yes, I push out the tea tray, and we have tea and crumpets whilst quoting poetry at one another. Afterward, we all retire to our rooms to dress for dinner. Of course, after dinner, Tom, Tim, and Rex go into the library for brandy and cheroots, and I play a game of whist with Margot and Guinness. They always win, because I don’t have a fucking clue what whist is.
Ha!
It wouldn’t kill you, to Photoshop that scenario up, would it? Pretty please, cherry on top? : )
I think whist is the sound I make when I’m whistling at one of the dogs.
Proust doesn’t rhyme with joust? =)
It is Bob’s most favorite golf movie. Then Bagger Vance.
That is exactly why we don’t have an ice maker here. Our fridge is set up for one, but no way sister. I already have issues with dolls, crawling there way down to my room, why would I have someone on that crashes down every hour or so, making me think that someone is breaking in at night?
No thanks. I like my recipe for ice. It’s easy, and it works well.
Same here about icemakers. I don’t have one…that mysterious sound coming from the kitchen always makes me think “intruder pulling knives from the knife rack”
I am always saying “what was that noise” at Dave’s, it is always the icemaker.
I guess I never notice any noise that our ice maker makes (How much wood does a woodchuck chuck?) except for occasionally when it pulls more water into the system. Before we had the icemaker, IF I had cubes in a tray, they were usually all shriveled and gross because I was to lazy or something to go to ALL THAT WORK of taking them out of the tray when I wanted one.
IF I had cubes in a tray, they were usually all shriveled and gross because I was to lazy or something to go to ALL THAT WORK of taking them out of the tray when I wanted one.
LOL, me, too! We just don’t use much ice here because we mostly drink water from our water cooler. We do have soft drinks in cans that are kept in the refrigerator. I sometimes use ice for my iced coffee, and on those rare occasions when I make tea or lemonade. I have like ten trays in the freezer and I can usually muster up enough decent cubes for a glass.
Danielle is a big ice water drinker, so a water dispenser/ice maker was a must when we got the new fridge.
That, my lady, is a scene in a book.
Heroine holding a letter-opener as she bravely awaits either rescue or the crazed lunatic bursting through the door she has blocked with a chair… only to learn it was the ice maker. Indeed.
My first laugh of the morning(at your ice maker adventure, not your poor friend). Thanks!
only my BFF in the world would do that! Thanks again. That ice maker is so loud I often think it is a Transformer.
Let’s just say that Seattle, as beautiful as it is, is not a favorite place to visit as a business traveler.
Houston is not a “laid-back” city and this one is. It took us over 2 hours, after ordering, to get our dinner last night. Either I need to relax or these people need to HURRY UP!!
Two hours is too long in any city! Good grief.