Mirror... Mirror

Well, wasn't yesterday's news flash about Roy Moore so delectable, so deliciously and deviously wonderful?  I thought so.  That this fake paragon of Christian Virtues had lain naked with a 14 year old girl when he, himself, was 32 years of age, will ripen most people's indignation.  He says it never happened, my money says his mind thought it too trivial to remember.  I'm quite sure that because "Thou shalt not lie down with 14 year old girls" is not one of the 10 Commandments he would have had no problem with taking her hand and laying it upon his member.  Besides, in his mind 'all shall be forgiven,' without understanding just how far out on the crazy edge of Christianity he liked to sit.  In his mind, his devotion to his divinity has made him special.  Now he's going to find out just how special he is as his bad Karma whips his reality back and forth at lightening speed.
My Mom had called to wish me Happy Birthday which was surprising since she doesn't remember a lot these days.  We've all learned to let her calls go into our voicemail simply because a lot of times she just rambles on and on and on.  When I called her back to thank her, she'd already forgotten that she'd called.  And then she told me that my Dad was there (he died of lung cancer 12 years ago) and that I could come over and see him if I wanted to (I didn't go over).  She's already told my sister that most of the time she doesn't know if it's real or if she's dreaming.  This is how it goes.  She still knows who we are, but that will change in time.  This is how it goes.  Her reality is about as fractured as Roy Moore's, so much so, I wonder if he could be diagnosed as having Christian Dementia.
A while back I'd said I was looking for mirrors to hang in alcove in my dining room which used to hold a window seat, and that I thought the ones I'd seen were overpriced.  Well, the designer specialist in me has been working on that problem.  I'm making my own.  Here's the first one.

Part of a matching pair, the other hangs on the opposite wall of the alcove.  I have 2 more nearly ready to hang, different colored tile.  The total cost for all 4 will be about $80, which was the cost of just that looked halfway decent on Amazon.  Not bad, eh? 

Metal Clip Rage

Well, even though I'm no longer in management, I still have to deal with irate customers.  Last night I dealt with a couple who needed some tile moved.  First of all, She lied, saying she'd been trying to get assistance for 10 minutes.  Anytime people throw out a time it's almost always a lie - the '10 minutes' is supposed to make you feel guilty, it doesn't.  I wish people would learn this.  And then he said "I was thinking of going to Lowe's," and I ignored him.  There are stupid people who say this to be threatening.... give me a break!  Then they highlighted their stupidity when she laid the tiles out in a pattern of four on the floor and he said "those gray patterns don't repeat"....  I said nothing.  I didn't point out that they were looking at cheap, standard gray tiles and there would be no pattern.
And then there was the man who flew into a metal clip rage.  He wanted to buy clips to hold a mirror to a wall, and he wanted them to be metal.  He had just come from Hardware, where he'd been told that the type of clips he wanted were only sold in mirror hanging kits.  That is not what he wanted to hear.  In Decor we only carry fancy, plastic clips, noting as utilitarian as metal.  He waved his phone at me yelling "here, I'll show you what I want."

When I told him this yelled, "I don't want goddamn plastic."  So... he ran back over to Hardware and grabbed the kit, came back to Decor and, shaking it at me, yelled "I don't want the kit, I just want to buy the clips!" and threw it at me and stormed out of the store.  Now, to be honest, I could have torn open that $12 kit, given him the 4 clips and taken the hit if he'd have been even some what pleasant.  But the moment I showed him the clips carried in my department, he started yelling.  The truth is that he well have been able to buy what he wanted at our competition, or at Walmart, or KMart, or Target, or Khol's.  Instead of doing the smart thing, he chose to fly into his little metal clip rage and create a minor scene in which he looks bad.  This is how life is.