Maybe my neighbor thought I would like a broken pool tool directly out the view of my kitchen window? Two years of looking at this thing and I just might miss it after I steal it and throw it in the street. I said with a smile.
I have my issues with Target. Namely, I know that this Oh So American appearing (maybe it’s the red and white?) company has taken jobs away from Americans and employed people in India with those exact same jobs. I mention it in my rant on the oh so unfunny and inappropriate “Outsourced”.
And then of course there are the Anti-Gay Donations that Target apologized for, but hasn’t stopped. Nothing says UN-American more than NOT supporting equal rights. Oh, and that reminds me, there’s a funny protest video regarding that. I’ll post it here after I get done with my current Target rant.
I’ve noticed the following at Target before: Usually when you buy in bulk, you get a better price, right? One would assume. But you know what that does. And it really makes an arse of you at Target where buying in bulk actually costs you MORE.
I’m sure they are hoping you don’t look at the price and just grab the bigger one, assuming there’s a price break. But there isn’t. You pay more. Here at the great American Target, you can buy 100 prenatal vitamins for $4.04 or you can buy 200 for $8.84. Nice, Target. Real nice.
Clean up your act, would you? I think I’m mostly disappointed because I liked you. You have a lot going for you. And none of us want to be forced to stop shopping there. But we’re catching on. One American at a time.
Oh, and here’s that funny protest video I mentioned – I give them an A+ for creativity:
I was getting packages ready to mail out for Christmas when the doorbell rang. A 40-ish year old man with his hoodie pulled up and a backpack was standing at my door. Thankfully I didn’t have to open the door because we have a speakeasy.
What I wanted to say and what I actually said to this guy are two different things. He needs to take his game elsewhere. I guess no one told him this neighborhood is rated 9 out of 10 for Safety in Los Angeles. And with an elementary school in the area, his kind, are not tolerated here well.
40: “Can I come in and use your phone to call my mom? I’m lost.”
ME: Do I look stupid? “No, I’m sorry. You should run up to the local gas station and they can help you.”
40: “Oh, where’s that?”
ME: Are you a serial killer or just looking for money? “Well, just go to the market down the street – maybe they’ll let you use their phone.”
40: “Do you know where (anonymous address) is?”
Me: Do you realize I’m calling the police as soon as I get rid of you? “No, I’m sorry.”
40: “Ok. Which way is the market?”
Me: Up your butt. “Head west.”
40: “Which way is that?”
Me: If you ever come back here again, it ain’t gonna be pretty. “To your right.”
It’s funny that I just wrote about being neighborly recently and then this guy shows up at my door. Maybe he read my blog post and thought I’d invite him in for coffee.
I had an audition in Hollywood last night for a pilot, which is great, but trying to find parking in Hollywood at 6:00pm is hell. To top it off, the meters are now enforced up until 8:00pm instead of 6:00pm along with only AN HOUR limit. What can you possibly do in an hour? Just try going to a restaurant. By the time you walk from your car, get a table and order, it’s time to run out and put more money in your meter again. Bastards. California is broke and apparently they think they’ll get out of debt one parking ticket at a time.
We finally made dinner reservations at El Cid. It’s this place in Silver Lake on Sunset Blvd. that I’d heard about for years, but had never been. You pay a fixed rate for a 3 course meal and a Flamenco show. There was a deal on Groupon – 2 dinners for the price of 1 – so I bought, to finally bring my El Cid curiousity to a close.
Unfortuately it was disappointing. Maybe it was because I had high expectations? The anticipation of all those inquisitive years? But, I must add, we did have a great time some how in spite of the circumstances.
First, I had called ahead to make the reservation and inquired as to what time we should arrive and what time the show started. I was told “we open the doors at 6pm, start serving dinner at 6:30pm and the show starts at 8pm”.
We arrived at around 6:20pm to not only find the doors open, but a show and dinner already taking place. What? I thought you didn’t open your doors until 6pm? How is there already a dinner and show going on? I knew then, the evening may not be what I had expected.
We were told to wait outside in the courtyard and they would begin seating at 7:15pm. Ok, now that’s really uncool. You had said to arrive as early as 6pm and dinner would be served at 6:30pm, but now I have to sit outside until you’ll even begin seating at 7:15pm? Lame. Thankfully the weather was fine and the bar open, but still… lame.
When we were seated, Joe finagled us a private table in the upper balcony. Thank goodness. Otherwise, you have to share a table with 4 to 20 other people. Not really our cup of tea. Our waiter was great, but some how all the dinners were coming out late. Gee, I wonder why? Perhaps it’s because dinner was SUPPOSED to have started at 6:30, not 7:30? Our dinner didn’t even arrive until after the show.
And when it did arrive, we laughed. My chicken dinner was to be served with mashed potatoes and asparagus. I literally had ONE asparagus on my plate. One lonely, shriveled asparagus. We mentioned it to the waiter and he did bring out a small plate of asparagus, but really? We had to ask? And Joe’s dinner was missing his mashed potatoes. How is that possible? There are only five dinner choices and three of them come with mashed potatoes.
Strangely, like I said, we did have a great time. The show was cute and entertaining enough to hold our interest and we just chalked it up as one thing to put on our NOT TO DO AGAIN list.
El Cid translates to The Master. The Master of what? Disappointment? Chaos? Late Dinners? Unorganization? One Asparagus? Missing Potatoes?
