A Day In The Life Of A Cat

Complain, complain, complain

That's right folks, I'm going to rant today.

I hate the bus. I dislike bus drivers. That's all I'll say about that.
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On my way to the office this morning, I stopped at the copy center for some white card stock. This is how the conversation with the clerk went:

"Can I get 10 pieces of white card stock, please?"
"We don't have any," he says without even looking.
(imagine confused look on my face here)
"No white card stock?"
He shakes his head.
"Um.....what color do you have?" I ask.
Looks under the counter.
"Yellow, lavender, light blue, orange and ivory."
(Me thinks silently: They have orange but not white?)
"Okay, let's see the ivory," I say.

Before I continue, please picture a 150 year old document that has not been stored properly. How would it look? Old...tattered a little...that yellow-brown color. Okay, back to the story:

(Me thinks silently: This is white paper that has been sitting around for 150 years! It's rightful color name is ancient!!

"Hummm," I murmur as I look at the paper.
He senses I'm not very interested in the ancient-colored paper.
"You can go over the the Price Center store....they have white there"
I don't answer as I consider the idea of tromping over to the other store knowing I'm already late for work.
"We don't stock as much paper at this location..." he adds.
(Me thinks: Yeah, I'm getting that.)
"Thanks," I say and head to the office and forget the idea of getting card stock.

Now, what kind of copy store doesn't stock white card stock?! Whatever. Makes no sense to me.
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