Random Happenings.

Some days are stranger than others, but, I always see the funny side. On Thursday I went to Walmart. My friend Amelia and I, had discussed the removal of mold from grout in the shower stall. She said the best thing was Clorox, and she used an eye dropper to apply it directly to the affected areas. Now I could see myself eye dropper in hand and it seemed to me it would be really time consuming. Not to mention I haven’t even seen an eye dropper in years. So… I got into my “necessity is the Mother of invention” mode. It came to me a turkey baster would be like a giant eye dropper. Well seeing as I haven’t cooked a turkey in years either, I had to buy one. So here I was in Walmart. I searched through kitchen gadgets, didn’t see one, so I asked for help.

The young lady who helped had a slight accent, not sure of it’s origin, I asked her, “Where would I find a turkey baster?”  She looked blank and asked if it would be a seasonal item, like only at Christmas?  I told her I didn’t think so. She then asked if would it be in electronics?  She finally walked with me to the aisle I’d looked in and found it right away. “Ahhh she says it’s a turkey baster.”  Apparently I was pronouncing it bay-ster she pronounced it to rhyme with pasta. I only thought my accent was a problem with voice activation. That plus I can’t say water in American, I now wait until someone else orders water, then I say I’ll have the same.

Friday was another one of those days. I must preface this by saying, my son in law Ed, who is a media mogul and knows all things techie, tells me I’m tech savvy. My tech friend Lou, at work also tells me that. I really love these 2 guys. Anyway I noticed recently that my car remote was not working. Kim told me it probably needed a new battery and to go to Batteries Plus on Battleground. (I hate driving on Battleground, it’s scarier than Wendover.) So after a strenuous hour of Yoga, I headed for the store. The man that waited on me, took me to a different counter. The minute I stood there an alarm started up. He ignored it, if you know my experiences with TSA you’d understand it made me nervous. Mean while a female clerk came over and turned off the alarm thing. Yay!  He checked the remote and said, it was giving out a signal? I had no clue what he meant – he finally told me it meant the battery was charging. Which led me to wonder why did he change the battery?

I got outside and the remote was totally dead. So back inside I go, I picked another person to talk to, he informed me that it probably had to be programmed. I must have looked distressed, he said look in your owners manual it will probably tell you how to do it. So having experienced how costly the dealers are, I went home and checked the manual. It was a fairly simple procedure, so I can now add to my vast knowledge of things I might never need to know again, programming my keyless entry.

Saturday is always a long day for me, nothing much to do, so I may go check out Macy’s sale. The one day only sale, that happens weekly. It’s somewhere to go, and I can check to see if my remote is working.