So, there I was, standing in line hoping to get my school schedule at USM straightened out and the woman behind the desk looks past the person in front of me and shrieks, "It's the snake lady!" I'm telling you! What next? Sure, Dr. Bob (the groovy prof of chorale, etc.) asked me about it in the stairwell, but he didn't scream at me! Oh, joy!
Is it naive of me to think that all that hoopla would be water over the dam now? Probably. One thing it did help was getting me the attention I'd hoped I would have received LAST year with the same issues dealing with the same people. Curse. Grumble. Mutter-sputter.
I go down to my tenant's apt. to fix a door problem and am reminded of Mr. Snake yet again because AJ has his 2.5-3 foot long boa (safely ensconced, I'm assured) just behind me in a tank. I try not to shudder all the while asking myself why I allowed him to bring it in AFTER I had the washing machine episode. Stamped on forehead: SUCKER!
Another day in the life...
on to becoming a star -- hopefully, a singing one this time. heh heh
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