Then, at 11:05 AM, a snow flurry. Big deal? Well the HE EAX registered 34,000 calls in 20 minutes and fun writing it down all the rest of the day. Speaking of writing, the Japs seem to have improved on a typewriter with a unit called EP-20, & if if’s ok, I wait for the 2nd generation and you see less writing if at all.
[Author’s note: it wasn’t a Sony, it was a Brother. Here is the unit, and it would be another twenty years before I even began using a word processor for this blog, although I had used one for personal letters since February this year—a first in the area.]After work, I stopped at Abe’s (Hair Creations). Gotta get my stage cut. So this new bitch who works there—very reminiscent of that Jo-Anne from Winnies—tries to lay a sequence on me. What a pitiful sight—she heard me mention my date tomorrow and calls me a cradle robber. In no mood for it, I told her off. Better cradles than graves. Jealous smaggot.
I told her off about being shacked up with a married man, having illegitimate children, using abortion for birth control and sleeping with dozens of men. After which she demanded but demanded to know who & how I could possibly have knows about all those things. Well, she was over 20, wasn’t she?
Next time she’ll keep her mouth shut—Abe told me later I had her pegged and was suspicious himself how I could have known all that [about her]. He says to me, “Haven’t you heard women & wine improve with age?” I reflected for a moment and replied, “Well, I don’t drink, either.”
[Author’s note: was I ever piss and vinegar back then! EAX is an Electronic Automatic Exchange, a big switch at the phone office. I was making a comment on how 34,000 people panicked at the weather. I recall the incident at my barber, the woman who ragged on me when she saw me show Abe Sonja’s picture. Like most women I date, Sonja did look much younger than her age. I had gone in to make an appointment for next day. As far as me knowing all the horrid details of the other woman, I was guessing all the way. See, I’d learned already.]
