One of life’s mysteries

Maybe it’s just me, but…

When I am a customer in a store, and I complete my purchase, and I thank whoever helped me, I don’t think it’s appropriate for that person to say “No problem.” Or “Uh-huh.” Or “Next!” Or even the unadorned, “You’re welcome.”

Aren’t they supposed to thank me, too, for shopping there? It’s been a long time since I worked with the public, but I’m pretty sure that’s the way it was done.

Message to the rude: You hate your job. You’ll never be on “American Idol.” You probably won’t win the lottery. But you know, you don’t have to be brilliant, wealthy, talented, or beautiful to have good manners. Really!

And by the way? Thank you for reading. =)

My favorite topic

When I first met Tim, he had long hair, and I loved it. He was still living in NYC when he cut it off, and he sent me a little braid of it as a memento.

After he moved here, I begged him to grow it long again, and he did. He has great hair, so it looks good long. Plus, I don’t know. He does all these cool things that give him a rock star look. I know he didn’t keep it long just for me, but he definitely didn’t want to hear me whining if he decided to cut it, so it got longer and longer. Like this.
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Impressed

I just finished reading Michael Cunningham’s novel FLESH AND BLOOD. I swear I must have started it years ago and something interrupted, because the beginning was familiar. But a few chapters in, it was all new.

What a fantastic novel. I’ll be thinking about it for a while with admiration and respect. Okay, I’ll gnash my teeth with jealousy. Rend my garments in a fit of pique. Then I’ll let it go and get back to work. After the 15th, according to my horoscope in OutSmart Magazine.

Larry my wonderful friend and hairstylist told Tim and me today that our picture was in the back of OutSmart. So it was! All four TJB writers at our Houston signing (thank you, Cullen and Borders). And thank you, OutSmart, Tim Brookover (editor), and Dalton Dehart (photographer).

Questions for which I have no answers

1. Why does a HUGE roast cost half the price of three small boneless, skinless chicken breasts? Is it the beef people’s revenge for those clever cows?

2. Why am I still not a vegetarian?

3. Is the current flea infestation at my house the fault of the Suicidal Cat Next Door and its sibling, Cat With No Name?

4. Where did the cookies go?

5. Will I ever get this book proposal to my editor?

Condi Sighting

Yep, I watched the pope’s funeral from about 3:30 a.m. until sometime after 6 a.m. And there she was. Condi. I also saw W and Laura and Bill Clinton. Do you think they were having a slumber party in Rome without us?

It boggles the mind. W likes to turn in early, so he probably fell asleep first. Bill is nocturnal, so he was putting somebody’s bra in the freezer. Laura was chain smoking. I wonder what Condi did? It didn’t look like anyone had toilet-papered the Vatican.