Summer is here and our garden is starting to really sprout up.
The zucchini and summer squashes are starting to pop.
The string beans are reaching for the sun.
And the flowers are starting to add some nice color to the back yard.
A rant on Random Thoughts on the word Random who would have thought.
Today I stopped at a grocery store, who’s name I shall leave unmentioned, to pick up a few things for home. This particular store has a self scanning system that is used in conjunction with their loyalty card. It makes things quick and easy at check out, scan and bag your items while shopping then at the self checker scan a bar code that sends the shopping list to the main computer then scan your card at the register to retrieve your order from the system. Scan your credit or debit card and then your out the door.
Well today it was not quite that easy for me at the register. When I scanned my card I got a message that an associate was needed to finish my order. Now this would not upset me usually, but this is the second time this has happened to me, it also happened at my last visit to the store.
So when the associate comes up I asked her what this was about and she said that my card was getting a random audit. This is exactly what I was told the last time this happened to me so I made a comment about this not being random. The associate that was taking care of me said that it happens all the time. Well I said that if it happens all the time then it is not random.
Her reply was to tell me that a lot of people come in and have their card audited every time that they come in and that is just random.
Google defines random as made, done, happening, or chosen without method or conscious decision.
Now to me being chosen every time some one comes into a store to be audited means that this is not random but has some other reason for the audit. My real gripe here is not that I am being audited every time I go to a certain store but rather that someone tells me that this is a random occurrence.
Write Now Prompt:June 13, 2014
Aaron and Roger got back to the construction site and planned on driving back to Aaron’s home to call the coroner to come back to the woods and pick up the body and maybe try to identify him as well.
“Shit” Roger said a bit exasperated “I think I dropped my keys in the woods”
“Well, don’t you have a spare set in the truck”
“No, I need to go back into the woods and look for them, hopefully I can find them” Roger said.
“Maybe we should split up and try to find them together.”
“No, I can go find them. You need to learn to relax and focus better. You get distracted by your sensors.” Rog pointed out. “I want you to get back to your house and set up a room where you can just sit and meditate.”
“I have always found that to be very relaxing for me and it helps me to keep focused on what I am doing.” Roger said. “There is a chapter in my book that gives some basics that should help you get started.”
“OK” Aaron said, “ I should be able to grab one of the work trucks to get back”
He went to the foreman trailer, got out his key and went in. “Damn” he thought “ it has been a long time since I have been in here and yet it is still as clean as the last time I was here”. He brushed off that thought and went to the key cabinet and got the keys for one of the site trucks.
As he was walking to the truck he could hear thunder off in the distance and hoped it was going to pass by quickly.
Back home, Aaron prepared a room to relax in. Candles flickered in the silent room as he sat down to try to meditate for the first time.
Then the storm came upon Aaron’s home. Wind was whipping and knocking the tree limb into the house and the lighting striking so close he could feel the air ripple from the sound waves. He decided now was not the best time to try and meditate.
Thinking what a long and tiring day it had been, Aaron decided to just go to bed and hope for the best tomorrow.
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