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So there was this little table I wanted at Target. I called my bank after I got off work to see if my rent check had gone through yet and it had not. This meant that I had money in my account tonight (instead of waiting until my paycheck posts around 3 in the morning) and that I was going to run over to Target and get my table.
I walk into the store and all the way to the back where the tables were. Walk down the aisle and see a husband/wife standing there with my table sitting on the floor beside them. They're both walking around it, looking it over. At this point I am still far enough away that I can't tell what they are saying, but I'm really hoping they are going to just leave it there and walk away.
The husband picks it up and I hear them at this point trying to figure out how much it costs (because, finding the price sticker sitting right in front of their faces would have been too difficult). He decides to hunt down someone in a red shirt to tell them what the price is, and walks off down the other aisle with my table. The wife follows behind him. I? I also follow behind them.
I'm about 20 feet away from them watching every move they make but trying not to look obvious.
He finally finds someone, gets the price and decides not to purchase the table. I watch him walk back to the aisle to put it away, wait a minute to make it not quite so obvious, and then run over and snag the table.
I got it home and it is a PERFECT fit in the place where I needed a table. Awesome.
In other, not so fun news, my mother emailed me today to update me on things going on with my father. He had to see a doctor because he was having some difficulty breathing. They decided that his oxygen level was just not good enough and immediately after giving him the results showed up at their door with an oxygen tank. Right now they just have him on oxygen when he sleeps, but think that soon he will be on 18 hours a day, and not too long after that he'll need oxygen 24/7. I cannot remember a time when my grandmother (his mother) was not hooked up to an oxygen tank. We have pictures of her wheeling this HUGE oxygen tank around Disney with us when I was little kid. Luckily for my dad, the tanks are much smaller and easier to manage now.
Anyway... he goes in Monday overnight for another sleep study and then Tuesday morning he is going to see his other doctor to get an MRI done to see if the cyst on his kidney has gotten any worse. If it has, he might have to have it removed - it being his kidney.
My dad is a trooper. His body has exceptional healing power. After his surgery for his colon cancer, he was ready to go back to work weeks before the doctors thought he would be. And before the surgery when he was on chemotherapy, he would go in for his treatment and then go into work afterward, whereas most people would take at least the rest of that day off and sometimes even need the next to be back on their feet.
That's not to say I'm not concerned about his health... I am... I just know that this is actually more stressful on my mother than on him.
I walk into the store and all the way to the back where the tables were. Walk down the aisle and see a husband/wife standing there with my table sitting on the floor beside them. They're both walking around it, looking it over. At this point I am still far enough away that I can't tell what they are saying, but I'm really hoping they are going to just leave it there and walk away.
The husband picks it up and I hear them at this point trying to figure out how much it costs (because, finding the price sticker sitting right in front of their faces would have been too difficult). He decides to hunt down someone in a red shirt to tell them what the price is, and walks off down the other aisle with my table. The wife follows behind him. I? I also follow behind them.
I'm about 20 feet away from them watching every move they make but trying not to look obvious.
He finally finds someone, gets the price and decides not to purchase the table. I watch him walk back to the aisle to put it away, wait a minute to make it not quite so obvious, and then run over and snag the table.
I got it home and it is a PERFECT fit in the place where I needed a table. Awesome.
In other, not so fun news, my mother emailed me today to update me on things going on with my father. He had to see a doctor because he was having some difficulty breathing. They decided that his oxygen level was just not good enough and immediately after giving him the results showed up at their door with an oxygen tank. Right now they just have him on oxygen when he sleeps, but think that soon he will be on 18 hours a day, and not too long after that he'll need oxygen 24/7. I cannot remember a time when my grandmother (his mother) was not hooked up to an oxygen tank. We have pictures of her wheeling this HUGE oxygen tank around Disney with us when I was little kid. Luckily for my dad, the tanks are much smaller and easier to manage now.
Anyway... he goes in Monday overnight for another sleep study and then Tuesday morning he is going to see his other doctor to get an MRI done to see if the cyst on his kidney has gotten any worse. If it has, he might have to have it removed - it being his kidney.
My dad is a trooper. His body has exceptional healing power. After his surgery for his colon cancer, he was ready to go back to work weeks before the doctors thought he would be. And before the surgery when he was on chemotherapy, he would go in for his treatment and then go into work afterward, whereas most people would take at least the rest of that day off and sometimes even need the next to be back on their feet.
That's not to say I'm not concerned about his health... I am... I just know that this is actually more stressful on my mother than on him.