
Today's word is purlieu, a noun, meaning neighborhood.
If Mr. Safety Boy were to move into this city, citizens would cry out, "There goes the purlieu".
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Mr. Schwernske’s dog, Frederick Postman, say they just want what every married couple already enjoys under the law.
“If I were a woman, they wouldn’t have a problem with it,” says the frustrated soon-to-be-groom.
Indeed,
But Mr. Schwernske faces more than legal difficulties involving his marriage to
“First of all, this state still does not recognize gay marriage,” says John Corman of the Boys Acquiring Rights For Freedoms (BARFF) organizations. “And unless Freddy is willing to undergo a sex change operation, I don’t see how Mr. Schwernske is going to pull this off.”
Mr. Schwernske, undeterred by the gay issue, says surgery is not an option. “I would never ask Freddy to do that. I am going to fight this no matter what it takes.”
Some of Schwernske’s co-workers feel he’s just doing it for the attention. Gail Swarthmore, who shares a cubicle with Schwernske, does not approve of her cubicle mate’s behavior. “Everyone around here knows he’s doing it just to make me jealous. He’s not even gay anyway.”
Schwernske’s mother, Mrs. Schwernske, agrees. “I could see it if he was a woman. I mean, that would make more sense, wouldn’t it?”
If Mr. Schwernske’s history of protests counts for anything, he will be fighting this matter for a long time. In 2004, Mr. Schwernske, petitioned against his then-employer to have
When asked how long he would be willing to fight this battle, Mr. Schwernske replied, “I think I speak for the both of us when I say I am determined to set a precedent here. No one has ever had the nerve to step up like this. I just want to do what’s right. In my heart, I know I’m a Postman, and a Postman I’ll be.”
Yesterday at the grocery store, I realized I’d misplaced or lost my credit card and didn’t really worry about it because I assumed it was somewhere in my office. I checked my bank statement online to find out what my last purchase was: Office Max on Monday. So we went to Office Max to see if they had it. Nope. I kept forgetting about it, probably because I didn’t want to go through the hassle of getting another card and it if was stolen, somebody would have gone crazy with it already. Ron dug through my trash and kept asking me where it could be, I think he was reminded of the last time I had to go through the replacement process. He felt guilty because he was the one who left it somewhere. Such a pain last time because it wasn’t just a matter of a phone call to Citibank. They told me it would be 7-10 business days (which apparenytly sounds better than 2 weeks) before I got my replacement card. So I waited the two weeks and when nothing arrived, I called again and they said, “Oh, I guess we never sent it out. OK, it’ll be two weeks.” So I told them, no, it would not be two weeks, the least they could do is expedite it. Not only are you without a card for two weeks but all your accounts that you have tied into your card (like Netflix, and Amazon.com, and my cell phone bill and my Home Warranty bill) starts ringing alarm bells, and you don’t have a new card number because it’s gonna be "8-10 business days” before you can give them one. And I just didn’t want to go through that again. So I just hoped it would sort of turn up.
Today, I checked the Citibank activity again and my shoppping from Tuesday showed up. The grocery store and the coffee place. Nope. That doesn’t ring a bell either. So we go through our nightly ritual of “what do you want to do for dinner” “I dunno what do you want to do for dinner”. Well, we almost went to the freezer for our low calorie selection when the brilliant thought of McDonald’s came dancing into our heads. I had a gift card for some reason and wanted to get rid of it, so off we went.
We pull up to the first window to pay for our meal and Ron hands me his credit card (the Citibank card with HIS name on it because he hasn’t lost HIS card like SOME people). I push his hand away saying something about how silly it is for him to give me his card because I have a gift card and if there is still a balance due, it’s going to be so small that it’ll be ridiculous and at this point I’m thinking about the next thing I’m going to say, except that my mind is going too fast. My mouth is only as far as “but I have a gift card”, but I’m already thinking about the comparison I’m going to make to the trip I made a couple of days ago to FedExKinko’s to make a few copies, like 26 cents worth, and I used my credit card and OHMYGOD I FORGOT TO PULL THE CREDIT CARD OUT OF THE THING AT FEDEXKINKO’S! At this point my mouth has only gotten as far as “it’ll be ridiculous to use the credit card for such a small - “ and I just skipped the rest and said “I know where I left my credit card”.
And we get to the 2nd window and pick up our food and Ron pokes his head in the bag to make sure everything is there and do you ever feel guilty if they see you peeking in the bag like you don’t trust them, so you just make a cursory check, but you also feel like you can’t fully explore the bag because you don’t’ want to hold up the line in front you like some old lady who has just pulled out her checkbook after her groceries have already been bagged? I hate it when the guy in front of me doesn’t immediately take off when he’s handed his bag of food at the Drive-Thru, so I feel compassion for the guy behind me if I take to long to leave the Drive Thru window, just I feel bad if I take to long to put my change back in my wallet at the checkout stand and keep the person behind me waiting too long - which why I HATE IT WHEN THEY PUT THE RECEIPT AND BILLS IN YOUR HAND WITH THE COINS ON TOP!!!
Anyway, it’s 8:40pm and we have a decision to make. Do we go to FedExKinko’s and see if they have my card? Or do we go home and eat? As I weave left and right in concert with our should-we, shouldn’t-we debate, we ultimately decide to go home and eat, because surely Kinko’s is open 24 hours? Especially one next to a college. So we go home. Ron goes upstairs to look up the number to Kinko’s and calls. I unpack the McDonald’s bag which is missing Ron’s Big Mac.
Ron gets some guy who giggles when he asks if this is Kinko’s and comes down and eats his food minus the Big Mac.
You see the problem with this is it’s too late to go back to McDonald’s because now it’s your word against theirs. You have virtually no evidence, and you look like a thief if you don’t report it immediately, like say, when you are still parked at Window #2 and checking your bag’s inventory while pissing off the guy behind you and the cashier.
Anyway, Ron finishes his other burger and goes back upstairs to get a real Kinko’s phone number and asks if they have my card and they do and then he asks when they close.
“Nine o’ clock?” he says. “O.K. We’ll be there in less than 10 minutes.”
So I grab my half-eaten burger and he grabs my half-eaten fries and we are out the door and at Kinko’s in less than 10 minutes.
I envisioned sending the employees a gift basket of junk food or something to thank them for being so honest and turning in my card, rather than going on a shopping spree or selling it to their friends, because frankly, I have no faith in humanity. I think people suck and are naturally dishonest, selfish, and greedy people. I suppose by lowering my standards, I become shocked and amazed when they do something that should be expected of a normal human person. How cynical is that?
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