Accountable

I am in a quandary.  The landscaper I hired recently did what I will generously term a mediocre job.  And technically, he isn’t finished; one of the bushes I ordered has not been delivered.  He promised to follow through, but that was two weeks ago and I am frustrated.  The bill, by the way, has been paid in full.

I hate holding people accountable in situations like this. 

Reply

Do you ever text or Facebook message and wait around for an hour or two for a reply?  I like to think of myself as being rather secure with myself, but I have to admit — that messes with my head.  I’m not talking about waiting for their take on the meaning of life or the status of their dad’s cancer treatment, mind you.  I’m talking about questions I have asked that require a yes/no answer.  Of course, if I just got a yes or a no, I’d probably think that was rude.  But at least I would have a reply.  That’s something.

T-shirts

For years I resisted the “layered” look.  Considering the hot climates I have tended to occupy over the last half-century, wearing one shirt instead of two seemed the comfortable, reasonable approach.  Plus it meant I didn’t have to buy more T-shirts.  (Hal Hammons, famous tightwad.  Surely we’ve met.) 

Videos

OK, Hal has been watching videos on Facebook again.  Someone unplug his modem before he turns into one of those people who is always linking to clips of baby goats and puppies.  Anyway, this one was of a driver and would-be Sonic customer who seemed to have confused the concepts of drive-in and drive-thru.