Remember when I introduced you to the Q-Tips??? Well, now that it is November, they are arriving in greater numbers, especially since it seems Ole Man Winter has decided to hit the West with a vengeance.
I met a couple about three weeks ago from Eastern Idaho who live near the Tetons and they had already had several snows—in October. Now, that is just crazy so here they are in nice and toasty South Texas. Seemed like nice people, but I noticed she had a tattoo on her ankle! Now, I know that is just the way things are these days, and I am trying to get with the program and not be judgmental, but on a 70 year old woman!!! It just seems all wrong.
At least it probably won’t move around a lot anymore which is not the case with the younger gals. I tell these young girls who are getting cute little tattoos on their boobs, “Honey, that isn’t going to look like that butterfly when you get my age. Nope, you are going to be sporting a hawk a whole lot lower to the ground. Gravity sucks.” But they don’t listen to their elders any more than I did at their age. I’m just glad tattoos weren’t the hot item back then. I might have a hawk!
I figure, however, this might open up some business door for me in a few years. Since tattoo parlors are such a big deal at any resort place, I’m thinking in about five years of opening up a removal parlor—might get rich. I haven’t really figured out why the tattoo places are so abundant at resort areas—maybe folks lose their inhibitions or, perhaps, think the tattoos will disappear when they get back to the real world. Anyway, I certainly don’t want to offend any potential book buyers just because they have a tattoo, and if I have to I will have the words “Keeping Faith” burned into my buttocks, but let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.
Besides I started this blog to revisit the Q-Tips and got carried away with the other issue. The main complaint today with these winter folks is the post office, which on a perfectly wonderful day is a major pain. Since we don’t have door-to-door delivery, only P.O. boxes, a daily pilgrimage to pick up mail is required.
The first concern is the parking lot—seems these people refuse to look in the rear view mirrors or otherwise they figure they are like Kathy Bates in Fried Green Tomatoes—“older and more heavily insured.” The insurance part is a good thing! They just barrel out of their parking spaces like they are going to a fire and never look back! And if you are walking in front of them, you best not figure they are going to stop!
But worse than this is the line once you get into the post office. If I don’t have a package or other notice or need to mail a package, then it is a straight shot—just go to my box, wind around those who are standing in my way talking about what has happened in their lives the last six months to a fellow snowbird, and get my mail. But if I must get assistance for something, then I have to stand in the dreaded line. See, it costs $40.00 to rent a box for the entire time they are here, but general delivery is free. These are people who are paying $3,000.00 a month to rent a condo, and standing in line for mail!! Go figure!