In my family it's sort of a joke that wherever I go, I will come back with a story. Maybe I just have a keen eye for the quirky and unusual and something that wouldn't be story-worthy to someone else is story-worthy to me. Or...there is always the possibility that I just attract crazy!
A couple of things sort of like that happened this week. The first one was a few days ago on the phone with someone from Admissions at Austin Peay (college Brent will be attending this Fall). Last weekend he received a letter in the mail stating that they had received his application and requesting his transcripts. All very standard stuff. At the end of the letter it said that upon complete acceptance he would be admitted for tuition purposes as an out-of-state student. Really? Well, that's very interesting considering Austin Peay is in the same city in the same STATE as we live. Not only that, the entire time we've been criss-crossing the globe our home of record has always been Tennessee. O.K., I'm sure this is easily fixed. So I call and ask why would he be considered out of state even though we live in the same city/state as the college? She says, hmmmm and thinks for a minute. After a few seconds she asks me if we are military. Aha!! Surely that must be the glitch, yeah? Well yes, I tell her, we are and yes, in fact my husband is stationed at Ft. Campbell. Oh good, she tells me. This can easily be fixed by submitting a copy of the sponsor's orders stationing him at Ft. Campbell and a copy of the sponsor's ID card. Wellllll fine! That's great! But I had one final question for her! Why does any of that matter if we physically live in and have always maintained Tennessee as our home of record? Hmmmm...that was a tough one! There's some uhhhhing and silence on her end and she finally comes back with..."yeah, I don't know." Oh good, glad that is all cleared up!
The second one is from just a little while ago. I go online to pay our cable bill (Charter Cable). I thought I paid it online last time, but I must not have. Sometimes Wayne sets these up and so I don't always know the password. So I call the number on the bill. I go through a maddening phone maze. But really, what phone maze isn't maddening, IMO? I finally get a person on the line after the phone maze doesn't recognize the phone number I enter. The Real Live Person asks for our account number and I give it to her. Hmmm, she can't find anything on us. She asks for our city and state. I tell her. Twice. And I spell it. Hmmmm, she can't help me because she is in *insert some city that I forgot here*. However, if I tell her what major city we are closest to she will transfer me to the right person so I can pay my bill. I wait. I hum the Jeopardy theme song in my head. I am getting aggravated. Oh, sorry, I guess that goes without saying! ;) Real Live Person number 2 comes on the line along with Real Live Person number 1. Real Live Person number 1 explains the situation Real Live Person number 2 says, "Thank you for calling Comcast, I'll be happy to help you." Ummmmm, I point out that my cable is with Charter Cable. Well, Real Live Person numbers 1 and 2 say, "I'm sorry, then we can't take your payment." Really?! No %^&* Sherlock! So, my question is, why is the number on my Charter bill to Comcast??!!
Here's a cute one that I just remembered from earlier today. Today for lunch I told the boys I would go pick something up for them. Well some of them wanted Krystal and some of them wanted KFC. So I go to Krystal first and order a sackful (12 Krystals). Then I go to KFC and order there. After KFC driver thru lady hands me my order she says, "Oooh, you have Krystals!" I tell her that some of my kids wanted Krystal and some wanted KFC. Then I ask her if she would like one because we have plenty. Now this is where most people would say, "Oh, no thank you, that's o.k." But she says, "Yes!" So I give her one. This is o.k., I mean we had more than enough. It's was just so funny to me that she actually took me up on it. While she's working. At KFC. ((shrug)) Oh well, maybe it made her day!
I'm sure one day in my not so distant future I will come home with more stories. Most likely after a trip from Walmart. ((sigh)) There is a lot of crazy there, so that happens a LOT!
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