Imagine My Disappointment...

...to find that www.wtf.org is the home of the World Taekwondo Federation.

I'm in Here Somewhere...Bring a Sticky Roller If You Drop By

Note to self:

Don't change clothes immediately before brushing the dog.

Now I'm covered with fur, and it's not even my fur.

Soup, Conglomerate-Style

The URL www.soup.com leads you to the Web page for Knorr, which is owned by (gasp) Unilever.

This is just wrong, on so many levels.

You Got to Have Friends...

...who tell you the weird stuff that happens at work.

My best female friend recently had to make an all-day business trip with her boss, who, the way my friend tells it, had her mouth running on ramming speed all day.

Add in the fact that the boss is a rather prissy woman who wastes no opportunity to refer to herself and her many (usually ancient) accomplishments, and who always seizes the opportunity to shift attention away from others who are less self-promoting and, in some cases, are right then being thanked or congratulated for accomplishing an important professional or personal goal), and it's not a pretty picture.

My friend summed it up:
"It was like being in a lifeboat with Howdy Doody."

Oh, You Doesn't HAS to Call Me Dr. Beads...

In a different store, with the same stupid policy of addressing customers as if they were lifelong buddies of the cashier....

The cashier had just finished ringing up my purchases, and another employee had just finished putting them into my cart. The cashier turned to the person who'd been helping him and said, "Thanks, sir," while handing me my receipt.

He became embarrassed and apologized, explaining that he had been speaking to the other employee, and hadn't actually been calling me "sir."

I replied, "It's okay. You can call me 'sir,' or 'Captain,' as long as you don't try calling me by my husband's last name."