swingchickie | the good, the bad, and the ugly.

THE GOOD - i had a lovely interaction with my delivery guy today. every month i get a shipment of stuff from work, and eric has been the driver for my area for about the last 6 months. he is just the nicest, most professioanl delivery guy i have met in my 8 years of doing this job. all the other ones have been creepy (like the one who stood in my apartment, closed the door, and looking down at me, asked if the place was soundproof), or lazy, or outright nasty. but eric, every time i see him, is smiling and courteous... he unpacks everything for me, wheels it into my storage unit, asks if there's anything else he can help with. all of us just love him to bits. so today, he said the sweetest thing while he was unloading my boxes: "this year, i'm going to have an especially good thanksgiving... because you're a very nice person to work with, and it makes my job better." i wanted to hug him for that, especially after the way my day was going earlier...

THE BAD - i hate boston drivers. i know, i am one since i live in boston... but i am nowhere near as aggressive as many people here. and one thing that aggressive boston drivers love is the car horn. you could be at a red light, and before the light turns fully green, before the electricity gears up enough to make that bottom light glow, you'll hear: HONK... HONKHONKHONK... it's one of the sounds i hate most in life. anyway, so at the end of my lunch break, i made a quick TJMaxx run to see if i could find a sparkly top for this weekend's dance competition. (i tried a funky one on... but no lie, it made me look like rosie o'donnell in that bondage outfit from "exit to eden". *shudder*) i pulled into the parking lot, and a woman was just getting into her car to leave. so i waited for a sec for her to back out, and then heard behind me: HONK... HONKHONKHONK... this impatient middle-aged lady in a saab wailing away on the horn. i gestured out the window to show her i was waiting for the spot, but she laid on the horn again. so, pissed off, i drove farther up the aisle and got a distant spot. as i drove, i looked in my rearview mirror, and saw her start to drive up, then realize that that spot was opening... and so she waited for it. bitch. so i got out of my car, and started walking towards the store... and as i walked, i affected a BIG limp. (juvenile, i know, but dammit, i wanted to make her feel bad.) as i walked past her car, she got out, and i saw her look at me and down at my limping leg... i saw it dawn on her face that she'd honked an injured woman out of a parking spot and made her walk far, and she quickly averted her eyes from me and pretended to look for something in her purse. excellent... mission accomplished.

THE UGLY - the reason i had time to shop during lunch, is that my lunch was just awful. i'm still limited food-wise in week 2 of south beach, so i decided to eat at legal sea foods. for the non-boston folks, legal's is pretty much THE place for good seafood... it's a local chain, and they're big on really fresh fish and they cook everything to perfection. inside the doorway of this particular one, they have a counter where you can get raw seafood of any kind to take home: huge tuna steaks, salmon, shrimp, you name it. well, i walked in the doorway today, and the smell almost knocked me out. i know that it's a big counter full of fish there, but it just smelled... OFF. it smelled like, and i'm sorry to the squeamish people out there, a woman who hadn't, um, washed herself in like a month. i swear. once i got into the restaurant itself, the smell went away a bit... but when my lunch arrived (grilled sole with steamed broccoli), the smell was back. i tried to eat, but i was getting more and more nauseous. i actually had to undo the collar of my shirt because i was so queasy. i took most of my lunch to go... but later, when i got in the car after a sales call, my car smelled like that fish, and i gagged. so i tossed the doggie bag in the trash. even thinking about it now is making me squirm.