As has become my habit, I took off work today to play golf. The Seafood King, Seafood Jr., some Guy Named Bob and I played at a real country club. No stinking municipal course for us. It was quite a joint really. The blazing heat here makes the golf market tight during the summer months. This means that the upper crust, who would normally politely and firmly tell us to get off their property, lest they have their people call the police, welcome us with open arms and forced good cheer. I was happy with how I played today. I had my moments, which is all I can really hope for. Besides I wasn't at work. Later in the afternoon, Son Sneed and I went to meet with his attorney from the public defenders office. She was very supportive of and sympathetic toward Son Sneed and held out hope that his case will be resolved without him having to do too much hard time. Just kidding. she is going to talk to the prosecutor's office to see what can be worked out. One thing we did learn today was that the arresting officer is a known pain-in-the-ass around the courthouse. He apparently has a history of being a hard ass and not being what you would call real understanding. That was good to hear, since it confirmed my conclusion. I am optimistic that this will work out. Mrs. Sneed went to get her eyes examined today and discovered that the glasses that she has been wearing for a couple of years were made incorrectly. Her vision was corrected for nearsightedness in one eye and farsightedness in the other. Unfortunately she is nearsighted in both. The screwed up glasses came from Costco Optical, part of the Costso Warehouse empire. We drove down to Costco tonight so that she could complain about the glasses to them. They cheerfully acknowledged their screw up and refunded the cost of the lenses. No hassle at all. That is just darned good customer service. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor