Speaking of cats, Janis, who sits on my left at Weight Watcher, says that she has an electronic automatic cat door for which her cat has a microchip implant. The door opens only when her cat approaches it, no other animals.
Wow. That sounds like a spendy idea, but I’d certainly consider it if I owned my own place and had a dog. IF I had a fenced yard.
I forgot to tell you something this morning...
About a week ago, I went to Wally’s looking for a half-inch loose leaf binder to hold the story of one of my ancestors to send it to Bill the Nephew. No half-inch binders. So I went online and ordered one, paying for it online.
It came in a few days ago, and since the pick-up area doesn’t open until 0800, I had to either make two trips or one that was later than I usually like to go.
About a day or two after I picked it up, Walmart sends me an email asking if I would take a survey “concerning the pick-up experience.” So I did and said I was not happy because I had to wait so late to get it, since the pick-up area isn’t open when I shop.
Gloriosky! The Walmart Manager’s Minion called me yesterday and asked me to elaborate. I took the opportunity to put in a plug for one of my favorite Nite Stalkers, who may be the night crew manager. When he’s working, the carts are always brought into the store, no matter what, evidently, about every hour.
I don’t know if Duane will get more than an “atta boy,” but I really appreciate not having to need a map to navigate the path to the entrance.