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    AN ETHICAL QUANDRY CONCERNING POTATOES

    I have resided at this turret for over 11 years.

    I keep to myself.

    Basically, I feel that most folks feel better that I keep to myself.

    Seven years ago, I receive a check for a couple/three grand from the great US of A but I cannot find

    a bank to cash it.

    My driver's license had lapsed. Which was okay since I had not driven an automobile for years.

    Anyway, one needs proper identification in order to cash a check or even set up an account.

    Well, I make some inquiries and discover that I need to get to the other side of town and pay $26.50 in cash in order to properly renew my license.

    Well, I did not have $26.50 and I was in a quandary. hahahahah

    So I am having a fit and I end up in the Community Room of my turret and there is this lady who lives on my floor.

    And out of desperation, I introduce myself to her and ask her to lend me $27.00 for four hours. hahahaha

    And you know what?

    She says:

    WHY NOT?

    So she gives me the funds and I walk over to the other side of town: I get in line at the local DOT (in this town that means there was one person in front of me) and I renew my license.

    In the same mall where the DOT resided, I find a bank and open up an account and now I have a couple hundred bucks. And I had not seen a couple hundred bucks in years. hahahha

    So I walk back a few miles with all this cash and I find Rosie, the lady who saved my life.

    I pay her back.

    For the next few weeks I would leave cigs at her door.

    hahahahhah

    Well Rosie left the turret four years ago.

    But she moved within a few blocks of her old residence.

    Anyway, eight months ago or so, in the midst of winter I am at the Super One and there is Rosie.

    She says hi and following a short conversation, she agrees to drive me home.

    Now this is a big deal to me.

    I am now enabled to purchase fifty bucks worth of groceries, because I do not have to carry them home.

    So I purchase everything I can in the store and there she appears at the check out lane following my enormous purchase.

    So we somehow put all of our goods in the cart and I push this package to her car and she begins a discussion with the couple in the car next to hers.

    And, what do I do?

    I let go of the cart for some goddamnable reason and it runs into their car. hahahahahah

    And Rosie is not happy.

    And the couple looks at their bumper.

    Anyway, it all works out well and Rosie takes me home. And I carry five bags of groceries up to my apartment.

    AND I AM EMBARRASSED. HAHAHHAAH

    So every time I visit my local grocer I think:

    JESUS I HOPE I DO NOT RUN INTO ROSIE!

    So yesterday I meander to the grocers and I purchase my necessities, being careful to keep my purchase under $30.00 so that I might carefully carry everything home.

    HEY, HEY?

    I hear this voice and there is Rosie.

    OH MY GOD:

     

    I thought for sure that Rosie would have figured out the greatest conundrum of all time:

    No good deed goes....

    Oh well, nothing can go bad here.

    So I say:

    Hi Rosie

    You want a ride home?

    So, I am thinking that all is good and I submit, knowing that I am going to get bit in the ass. hahahahha

    So I have access to the back seat of the car, which is clear of baggage (although there are bags on the floor) and I place my bags there on the seat.

    And Rosie and I have small talk and everything seems fine.

    And I arrive at my turret and I open up the back door and I pull out my bags and I thank Rosie and I proceed into the structure with my goods and ultimately into my apartment.

    And guess what?

    I put away my goods and discover ten pounds of potatoes I never purchased.

    UGH

    So I have ten pounds of taters sitting by my door.

    So I go to the manager's office.

    And there is Tricia.

    Now Rosie hates Tricia and Tricia has no love for Rosie.

    Except I have no address for Rosie and I have no telephone number.

    So I explain what happened to Tricia. 

    hahahaha

    You must have some number for Rosie.

    Of course you cannot give the number to me.

    hahahahaha

    But you might call her and tell her that I have her potatoes.

    And if you wish, Dick will leave the potatoes or seven bucks (or whatever) here for your retrieval?

    hahahahah

    WHAT'S A MOTHER TO DO?

    Here I am in a philosophical quandary...

    I mean no warrants will issue, of this I am sure.

    WHAT THE HELL AM I TO DO WITH THESE POTATOES?

    I have memorized many recipes, of course.

    I mean I can bake them, and I might mash them and I might stew them and....

    BUT THAT WOULD BE WRONG!

    These are not my potatoes.

    hahahahahahahahah

    And yet, if these taters are not used within a certain time period, well they are lost forever.

    JUST A THOUGHT

    This is the type of inanity that I am forced to live with daily. hahhaha

    Who gives one fuck about Trump or taxes or anything, really?

    The folks in control have nothing to do with my life.

    My SS increased ten bucks over the last two years and so did my Medicare payment.

    THE END

    What am I to do with these potatoes and what the hell time is it anyway?

     

    Comments

    Hi Richard.  That's some story!. I'll bet Rosie knows exactly where her potatoes landed, but I'm picturing you hauling that 10 lb bag up the stairs, only to realize you had an extra 10 lb load to bear.  Good for you for making it into a story instead of flinging the damn spuds out the window.  That's what makes you you.  Lol. heart


    Oh I awaken to Ramona. ha

    Only you or Mr. Smith would bother about potatoes. hahahah

    I hope you are doing well. I shall proceed to your more relevant blog.

    Thank you.


    heartheartheart


    I think you should start eating them.
    Keep tabs of value consumed versus what remains if Rosie is in a position to reclaim during the process.
    She trusted you with one extension of credit. This is the same but now you can eat it too. Like cake but more like potatoes.
    Use tact, poise, and reason.


    Katy lied. hahahahah

    Steely Dan for chrissakes. hahahaha

    Well, your conclusion is good and well argumented.

    I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.

    the end


    Ab fab story. I got no advice. You are on your own.

    But do want to share a favorite of one of my online news board pals from pre-TPM Cafe days. He was a nice young Quebecois trying to get more fluent in English. He and I liked to swap North Korean propanganda. The Potato Song was his favorite. I betcha you're gonna love it, too:

     

     

    Oh then there was the 100-yr old neighbor a few doors down, quite spry for her age.. Would get her groceries on the bus! Still, warned me getting old was "no party." And she did not make it to 101. Last thing I remember her saying to me when I saw her out watering, was when I asked her if I could get her anything at the store "they still got that bag of potatoes on sale for 99 cents? Get me one of those."

     


    Wonderful AA.

    Strange.

    But all of us peeps are strange; at least to other folks.

    I dunno, I am captivated by this little girl!


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