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More and more it seems difficult to create a blog entry that is entertaining to me first (because I'm a prideful Pharisee) but also a slice of my life that is meaningful (but more often mundane).

If it weren't for the Kizpaws and Andave Yas and Grace 86s to say nothing of the beloved Logos who often shares her admiration behind a veil of silence re these postings just this side of madness I would be giving up on a more regular basis.

The weekend at AAA were day 7 and 8 of NINE in a row. On Saturday I had to carefully explain to a lady why AAA could not send a locksmith to her to help her with her car. Her husband had taken the keys. She explained to me he was an alcoholic and she would go to a safe house for which decision I encouraged her in while trying to instill in her a sense that hubbie's condition was nothing to be personally embarassed about. She kept apologizing for all the inconvenience. Had we sent a locksmith and her darling worser half made some issues the result would not have been pretty. I'm not loth to drop a dime on the local police but would rather avoid that scenario in light of the aftermath. This jerk had the gall to call five minutes later to make sure we weren't coming. I had my fill of him (and the many like him over the years) and Brandy curtly told him nothing further would be done--at this time.

On Sunday I discovered I was a racist. If a member (or in this case the non-mmeber) calls my driver a name I take it as addressed to ME. The young harridan had called us requesting air for two tires BUT pretended to be her own mother. The first calltaker detected a youthful tone in one of such venerable years and the lady hung up on him, waited a tiny bit of time then called another calltaker with the same line. It's pleasing to think that people imagine a long, long row of personnel sitting by a phone waiting to meet the needs and requests of our illustrious payers of my paycheck as management trots out that particular party line that has never once had the desired effect of making me grateful for their patronage. In truth there are about five calltakers in a medium size room who delight in sharing the plots and tricks being foisted off on us.

In the instance of the second call our heroine is exposed and she retracts enough to finally admit Mom can be at the car and please hurry of course.

I get the ticket and an identification check is noted to which I sigh. I used to enjoy playing that game until one parent did the offended routine implying strongly he didn't care if HIS precious guttersnipe was a deceiver or not--help his kid--N-O-W!!! The game has never been as much fun since.

My driver arrives. My goodness--no sign of Mom about. Now I had looked at the home address of Mom and checked where her alleged offspring lived and a 15-20 minute drive over there seemed practical if annoying because daughter didn't have Mom call in for her--THAT would done the trick without all the game playing.

It gets better.

Mom is in Mrytle Beach, North Carolina where I suddenly really wish I could be.

Now I'm talking to the station owner as his driver did not have a radio in the truck and tell him to leave.

He does. I go back to my computer program sorting out the clues to what city Logos lives in. My Canada is huge and Winnepeg is the only city I have a very passing familiarity with and that some 20 years ago. Did she ever buy comics at Doug Silupa's Comic World???

Phone rings--station owner with an update.

"She played the race card."

I hesitate. I must be living in a closed environment. THAT ploy is still in use!!??? Beyond contempt. I thought that nonsense was done with in the late 70s/early 80s.

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. As he was leaving she hollered the only reason he wouldn't give her service is because she's black!!"

I bust out laughing.

And replied, "If he's still there tell him to tell her that I withheld service because she's a LIAR."

A few minutes later Mom calls in and my calltaker shares this little jewel of character in action with her and

AGAIN

a member apologizing for the sins of others that she should not take personally. She tells the calltaker she'll take care of it.

At midnight I inform AAA Florida that runs us from midnight to 6 am that if daughter manages somehow to repent of her evil ways and display a semblance of contrition it wouldn't bother me if we helped out HER MOTHER to show good faith.

On Monday I checked the computer and a certain name was not there.

So two non-members making life interesting for their supposed loved ones without a shred of decency for the respect owed to them. It is a very very good thing I'm aware of my personal heart of darkness because sometimes I really do covet the life of a hermit.