FF: Where Walmart and Facebook Vie for Attention

~After a FF absence of a few weeks, I return amazed by how much I missed all you fragmented bloggers. Thankfully, I've had Facebook to keep me company during my self-imposed absence.

~Someone I know just had a prescription increased from 1.25 mls to 2.5 mls, yet when the script was picked up at the pharmacy, the directions said .5 mls. A call from the pharmacist to a clerk in the doctor's office resulted in a dosage of 10 mls until the patient and pharmacist agreed that didn't sound likely. A second call from the pharmacist to the doctor's office finally brought about the right dosage of 2.5. Yikes!

~I got my hair cut at ... WalMart. $15 later, I look better than I have in months although the stylist may have been on speed.

~While walking into WalMart, I watched a very aggressive driver bebop around other cars and finally land in a handicapped spot. She and her cell phone parked and walked in front of other drivers to get into the store. As she entered the store, she raised her keys behind her head and pressed the lock button. Since she never looked back once, I do wonder how long it took her to realize that she had not pressed the lock button, but that she had pressed the remote start button.

~On Tuesday morning between 10 and 11 AM, I was told by three different clerks to have a good night.

~My friend sent me an email last week and referenced the song, "Why don't we just dance." I spent two days fretting about why she wanted to dance with me. Then I finally reread the note and realized she was just saying she had heard the song and liked it and she hoped we could meet for coffee. That I can do.

~Facebook has apparently not done anything to improve the rate with which I reply to email.

~FB has, however, offered yet another form of entertainment as I watch my friends interact with their daughters' boyfriends. In their FB posts, the boyfriends are all so cautious and solicitous of the moms' health, welfare, and social calendars. "Hope you have a great day, Mrs. So and So."

~And finally one last Facebook mention: next summer I have a high school reunion. This week I was overcome with doubt that anyone would remember me and that begat panic that maybe I never even had any friends in high school. When I hinted at that on FB, I received some absolutely lovely notes from high school classmates - although not nearly as many as I might have thought SHOULD respond!