"You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone!"
The time: 7:43am
The place: the Hill Country
I was expecting Chem-Free Organic Pest & Lawn this morning for our quarterly service to keep the insects and arachnids at bay. They always come early and ring the doorbell to let us know they are here and see what, if any, concerns we have. Not being a morning person, I rely on the doorbell to wake me up and remind me to put on some clothes before I answer the door.
This morning, I heard a soft knock that didn't even wake up the dog. By the time I got to the door, I see their truck drive away. Damnit! I fumble to find their number and call so we don't get dinged for a missed appointment. Not that you get in trouble, but you know what I mean. I get Michelle and explain what happened. She tries to pull up my account and can't find me. What? We go by address, we go by name and she says there is no account or appointment by either. Silence on my end. What?! We have a contract, we have to be in the computer. I'm a little freaked out. I tell her I feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone. She continues to look and finally realizes that our address is recorded incorrectly. It often is, I should have thought of that. She puts me on hold for a moment and when she comes back, she drops the bomb. All of their "specialists" are in a meeting and no one has even left the office yet. Pause... what? How can that be? I saw one of your trucks drive away! White truck, camper on top, logo on the door. I'm not crazy! She doesn't know what to tell me except that she can't explain it, but our guy will be there shortly and she's sorry for the confusion. I still feel like Rod Serling's going to step into my living room and break the 4th wall to explain how a 40 year old pregnant housewife can lose her mind when all she does is talk to a stubborn Basset Hound all day.
We hang up. I sit in stunned silence for a moment and then decide to look out the front door and check the porch for... I don't know what. Upon opening the door, a cardboard express mail envelope falls at my feet. Lone Star Overnight! It's my online defensive driving course certificate! I realize I mistook the blue and black Lone Star logo for the green and black Chem-free logo. Color me... stupid! What can I say? It's before 8am, I'm not wearing my contacts and I haven't had any coffee.
I call Michelle back, just to explain and give her permission to laugh with me. Or at me. She was very nice about it and didn't laugh too hard. To my face.
I'm glad the mystery is solved. For now. I'm flying this weekend and if I see a creepy dude on the wing of the plane...
"Gremlins! Gremlins! I'm not imagining it, he's out there! Don't look, he's not out there now. He jumps away whenever anyone might see him, except me."
Kids, don't do drugs, ya hear?
Posted by: Dcmba | Tuesday, February 08, 2011 at 07:50 PM
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Posted by: Dorothy G. Caldwell | Wednesday, February 09, 2011 at 04:53 PM