Happy birthday, Mrs. Sneed

This is a picture that I took at Seaport village in San Diego, California, USA this past September. The Sneeds have spent many a lovely evening looking at this building while enjoying a meal, usually pizza. The really newsworthy item for today is that it is the lovely Mrs. Sneed's birthday. It is not every 56-year-old guy who can say he is married to a 30-year-old. What can I say? Secondly, the DirecTV weasels are keeping me hanging. Yesterday morning I stopped at my regular cafe/bakery on the way to work. I was waiting in line to order when a woman brushed past me and told the cashier that she needed a cup for water. For a moment my heart leapt at the possibility that I had finally achieved invisibility, a power that I would only use for the good of mankind. Like many places this cafe uses clear cups for water to keep people from filling them with other beverages, rather than buying a drink. Iced tea and other cold beverages are sold in large paper cups with the store's logo on them. All the beverages are self-serve after you pay for the cup. I ordered my scone and went to get a napkin. I noticed that the woman had wrapped the clear cup with a napkin, to disguise it's clearness and had filled it with iced tea, a lemon and was putting Splenda in it. She also had a couple of bread samples. Then she put her head down so not to make eye contact with anyone and dashed out the back door. This whole thing got me to thinking. She was well-dressed and didn't appear to be starving or anything. I went to my truck and caught a glimpse of her walking down the street, so I turned into the street and drove in her direction. She was walking at a leisurely pace, so I had to go down the block and come back. I was curious about who she was and where she was headed. It turned out that she works in a building down the block. It seems to me that she is just a thief. I wonder why people think that it is no big deal to take little things? Plus, I wonder why this bugs me? Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it. Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor