Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Because It's The Right Thing To do!

The iconic Wilfred Brimley! Formerly hawking Quaker Oats, now pimping "diabeetus" necessities home delivered.

SIDETRACK: At some colleges there is a drinking game where you down an adult beverage every time our friend Wilfred mispronounces said affliction.

The reason I feature our friend Wilfred is twofold.

A. He's Diabetic
B. He admonishes us to do the right thing.

My faithful followers may recall my Christmas time rescue of a woman in severe diabetic shock, here at The Home Of Falling Prices parking lot. I was the only one who noticed her and summoned aid for her toot suite! Possibly saved her life.

Here comes "The Right Thing.." part.

She never stopped back to thank me. Understand I did not expect any monetary gain from the aforementioned heroic act, but a thanks would have been nice. Truth be told I have helped a number of folks of here for one reason or another, simply because they needed assistance.

I can only imagine our friend Wilfred giving her the stink eye right now!

I don't want that same gaze upon yours truly from Mr. Brimley, thus I have a LOT of people to thank and need to get caught up.

SIDETRACK: It's been increasingly difficult for me to write stuff. Sometimes no motivation, sometimes nothing comes to mind. Sometimes I simply can't bring myself to even think about it. I am pushing myself today, in spite of having a cloud raining regret and loss upon my head.

Since there is SOOOO much to cover, this is going to be done in 2 parts, and I will do my best not to leave anyone or anything out.

Ok....going back to the storage deal....

If you recall I was going to lose all of my worldly effects to an auction at the storage facility housing them. This led to a significant bout of feeling totally despondent and a plan of retiring my peep hole when the auction took place. I had done a lot of inner work to prepare myself. If anyone doubts that the efforts were not sincere in reaching that result, I had selected a tree on the other side of the fence at the end of the alley where my storage bins were located. The tree was all scraggly and stuff...perfect setting. Truth be told, it would have been spectacular! Those who I shared the specifics with called it hilarious and horrific at the same time.

Always the "Showman". Would have been a helluva YouTube moment.


I decided that if I was to save my stuff, it was going to come about either by my efforts directly or Divine Intervention. I figured I needed to buy myself some time and consulted with an attorney who suggested an end run via technicalities, to hold them off a few extra days. I needed that time for something else I was working on to come into play.

I made use of the advice given and ,MAN, did it ever piss off the owners of the facility. Can't say I blame them, but I was desperate at that point. It was case of hope or rope.

They scoffed at my attempt and the sale would proceed no matter what. My last hope was the thing I most wanted to avoid doing and with whom I had to deal, but it was what it was. I had to make a deal with my personal devil.

That took care of the cash factor and put it over the top. My stuff would be saved, but I was given a VERY tight deadline or I would lose a sizable deposit they insisted on.

Now here's an interesting thing. When at the office, I noticed they had black and white copies of entries of my blog there. Curious, I set out to find what the deal was. So that night I hacked into the security cam system and discovered that none other than.......

...Julian Assange! Mr. WikiLeaks himself hand delivering copies of my blog to the owners, on his way to the pharmacy and then a date.

So what did the storage owners expect to find out when reading the ScootiLeaks documents?

They would find out I have said they treated me MORE than fairly. (Last year on a Sunday, I discovered a leak in one of my bins. The facility immediately arranged an extra bin for me to use and the leak was fixed by not one person, but two!) The one owner offered me suggestions on how to minimize the loss as well as let me get the personal stuff like photos and such before the auction. The end run I tried to pull off was a dumb headed move that irked her a considerable bit and I get it. However, even after that, they worked with me and my stuff was saved.

I can't write anymore today. Will continue this weekend.

Until next time...

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