I've been busy and tired these past couple of days. That's a bad combination, busy and tired. Busy works best with refreshed and tired teams up nicely with a leisurely pace. Together though, they add up to trouble. My trouble began on Thursday when Some Guy Named Bob and I went out to play golf. The Seafood King is somewhere out on the seven seas, conducting important fish business and he left me in charge of Some Guy Named Bob, for all matters golf. Some Guy Named Bob loves a bargain. When I say he loves a bargain, you may not understand how much. Bob really loves a bargain. Some Guy Named Bob loves a bargain so much that he often buys stuff he doesn't need or want, solely because it is a bargain. Some Guy Named Bob's idea of a good time is trolling the yard sales and thrift stores for irresistible items to pile on his already giant stack of stuff. Anyway, Some Guy Named Bob found us a deal on all-you-can-play golf for $15 bucks. The catch is that the price is good after noon. In case you wonder, it's hot after noon here this time of year. On the upside, we were among the few idiots out on the course. Some Guy Named Bob insisted that we take full advantage of this wonderful bargain by playing until we dropped. Thirty-six holes of golfing fun, enough to make two old guys drop. Then someone, and I'm not necessarily saying it was Mrs. Sneed kept us out late Thursday night and I didn't get to sleep until nearly one a.m. Making for a tired Friday in the store. Our daughter-in-law, the mother of Aiden and wife of Older Son Sneed, graduated from college yesterday. Needless to say, we are proud of her. Wife, mother, working full-time and going to college. Quite an accomplishment. Last night, our daughter-in-law's parents had a party in her honor at their home. It was a lot of fun and, of course, we got home late. Today was my early day at work, so like most Saturdays, I started tired and it went downhill from there. Saturdays are the big day in the store and it is hectic all day. You may recall that hectic and tired is not the optimal condition for maximum hardware guy efficiency. I did meet an interesting woman today. And by interesting, I mean annoying. She was obnoxious from the get-go. Right out of the box, she wanted to know if I was going to help her or was she going to have to serve herself. A smart guy would have pick the latter and found a place to hide, but not me because I am a glutton for abuse. She needed thirty inches of lamp pull chain for a ceiling fan. I cut the chain and wrote up a ticket for two and a half feet at, get this, fifty-nine cents per foot. She was mildly indignant that I charged her for the half-foot, asking me if I was really charging her for the six inches over two feet. When I told her yes, she said, "Oh, you'll probably get a big raise for that." I guess I was supposed to give her whatever she wanted at no charge. Odd. 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