Yesterday's double yolk day started off with a 9:45 call from the dental office asking if I could move my 2:00 up to 10:30.
I was to be in the Pain Cave at 11:00, and I wouldn’t have liked to miss a session EXCEPT my upper arms were still sore from Monday’s workout.
I wasn’t going to tell Trainer my arms were sore. I’d planned to just tough out whatever it was he threw at me that morning, but here I had an opportunity to let the arms rest until Friday.
What to do, what to do?
I messaged Trainer that the dentist had moved my appointment up, I’d see him Friday.
Thank you double egg yolks.
I’m happy with everything about this new dental office.
Whereas, everything this office has done, from start to finish, feels right, everything the other dentist did, from start to finish — except the dental hygienist, felt wrong to the point where, while work was being done, the voice in my head began to express worry, saying, "I hope this guy knows what he’s doing".
In addition to an impressive comprehensive new client questionnaire the new dental office had transmitted for me to fill out before that first visit — a detailed medical history like a hospital doctor would require, to know what ailments you now have, what you’re allergic to so they won’t give patients the wrong dose of what they use to treat or too much or too little. They even took my blood pressure that first 2nd Opinion visit (145/??). Took it again before they started yesterday’s procedure. Luckily (maybe the double egg yolks at work), it was a decent read — 135/69.
After the dentist, I stopped at a gas station for $5.98 a gallon gas and to play the lottery.
Too soon to know whether the double egg yolks brought me luck, if my tickets pay off, but it was sure lucky for one young man.
He walked into the station to use the ATM, and was told "It’s out of order".
"How much can I get on a cash back?" he asked.
I'm not sure, but I think what that means is he was asking if he purchased something, how much over the amount of the item could he get back in cash.
"Ten dollars" said the clerk.
"Can I do double?" asked the young man.
At that point, I was done with my transaction, headed out to gas up the car.
While at the pump, I saw him exit, look around, zero in on me, begin to walk towards me.
He presented well, as a nice clean cut young brother. The pump hose was positioned between he and I, but I nevertheless backed away as he approached.
He stopped and stood a respectful distance away, said "Excuse me Miss. I’m trying to get to …"
I didn’t really catch what else he was saying until he got to "Can you help me out?"
As I began to reach into my fanny pack, pull out money to help him out, I said "Don’t come any closer".
"I’ll stand right here" said he.
After I reached over the hose to give him enough for a few gallons of gas, he thanked me, went inside to pay, and was pumping gas as I headed away.
So, it was a lucky day for that young man that I was in the right place, at the right time.
On another topic — did you happen to see the clip of Will Smith that's come to light because of the lame excuse he gave for assaulting Chris — that "G.I. Jane" was such a terrible dis of Jada when he's heard far worse things said about her.
The clip is from the old Arsenio Hall Show and shows him mocking the bassist on the show's band for being bald. WS looked over at the bassist, said to the audience "Like, he has a rule – the bass player? He's got a rule: He's gotta wax his head every day. That's a rule."
WS is no comedienne so, after an awkward uncomfortable laugh from the audience, he said "Ah these are jokes, come on."
G.I. Jane was also a joke, from a comedienne, aimed at a couple he knew and had joked about previously. Nothing to do with alopecia.
If and when the Academy stops dicking around and decides on consequences for WS, I hope it’s serious consequences, not some "slap" on the wrist.
Since the Academy is now saying he was "asked" to leave and refused (they should have tased his butt and dragged him out), I for one would like to see his Oscar taken away.