Daily Archives: July 15, 2008

lame part 2

I noticed tonight my ankle is finally swelling some right around the back of it, which would explain why it hurts worse when I flex my foot.  No bruising but propping it up? Bad bad bad. I had it in a chair earlier and the snaps/crackles/pops were quite impressive when I stood up. The cat even looked at me in concern. Probably just concern that I wouldn’t be able to feed her but hey, I’ll take it.

Anyway, point is it’s NOT all in my head.

I’ll have it looked at eventually but that costs money. And time. Both of which I’m in short supply. On a side note I find it interesting that I stopped this morning and filled up the gas tank at $4.03/gallon (and did a happy dance that it was under $4.10 I might add) but this afternoon on the way home, the price at the SAME GAS STATION was $4.15. Now how is that right?

So anyway, I’m not crazy, at least not where my ankle is concerned. Also, I should probably lay off the cap locks. And fragmented sentences.


Warning: Too much caffeine could lead to delusions

The office building I work in is attached to a mall via a service hallway.  It’s a long, winding passage that ranked fairly high on the creepy meter until management installed mirrors at each bend, eliminating the ability for bad guys to hide around corners and jump unsuspecting employees, knocking them unconcious and taking all their worldly goods. Or their purse. Whatever.

 

Anyway.

 

Service hallway = mall deliveries. To avoid repainting every couple of weeks, the corners of each bend have been covered with a metal bumper. In 2.5 years I’ve never seen anyone cleaning that hallway. In fact they recently put down new carpet and I’m quite certain it’s because the other was too nasty to even attempt cleaning.  Today I went to get lunch and was checking out each mirror as I usually do (no bad guys!) when I noticed a woman hunched down, face turned away from the hall, acting as if she were CLEANING one of those things. But one hand was tucked close to her far side (the one facing away from the hallway, not the comic), holding a cord of some sort. Yes I examined her closely as I walked by. Cause that’s not creepy. At all.

 

She was gone when I walked back through 10 minutes later and all the other metal surfaces were just as smudged and gross as always. Truth be told that one wasn’t too much better.

 

*I* think I interrupted a Charlie Angel-isque spyish type person waiting for a mark that goes to the food court for lunch at the same time everyday. And her plan was to wait until this person passed her and then make her move, incapacitating them and dragging them back into a rarely used storage area of a store to plant a tracking device or finish whatever nefarious plot she was involved in. It’s quite possible that by breaking routine and going to lunch at the unseemly time of 10:50am, I saved someone from a dark fate.

 

Or maybe I should just lay off the movies for awhile.


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