Western civilization suffered a blow when Tom the Son returned from his mountain redoubt. They want him back next year to be the inaugural manager of the new dining hall. “I got an accolade!” he said.
Well, that explains it.
Shaken, not stirred, as it were?
Well, the mystery of Casey and his pet beard has been solved. It seems he called just about the same time that Housing Central called to ask if I remembered signing a petition for recall for the current non-council (since folks are quitting right and left) and I said I did, but as soon as I hung up, I got another notice of a message.
It was Casey and his pet beard, calling to ‘splain to me that “for some reason,” the check I wrote for my June rent could not be processed, and would I put a stop order on it and let him know how much the stop payment fee would be.
I immediately called AmEx, and they said the check was still valid and had “not been processed,” which I took to mean that someone had “misplaced it.” So they stopped the payment and I immediately wrote a replacement check and took it to the office, telling Phelan that there was no fee for the action.
*sheesh* And I thought MY math was shaky! LOL!
“Nothing exploded this time!”