Driving to distraction

The speedometer on Qtip (CSP’s truck) broke, so we took it in to be “scanned” so they could order the part.  Then we stopped by our insurance agent’s office (who we’ve never seen except on magnets and letters, never in person and we’ve been dealing with him since 1990).  Wanda was helping us with our flood insurance and car insurance when I heard this squawking. Do you have a bird in here?- I asked.  They did not.  Apparently they used to have a pigeon problem.  So the owners of the building installed a “distressed bird call” machine on the roof directly over Wanda’s office.  The thing goes off every 3 minutes.  All. Day. Long.  It’s a full 30 seconds of what sounds like a pissed off bird squawking and screaming.  It is supposed to keep the birds away.  There’s too much steel in the building to get good reception on a radio to drown out the noise.  Poor Wanda.  She said “It’s driving me to distraction”.  I love when older people use older sayings.  I swear though, I feel like calling her boss and demanding he get her some Muzak or an iPod or something.  We were there 20 minutes and I about lost my mind over the noise!

We stopped back by Aldi on the way home to pick up a couple more things.  We’re doing some price comparisons.  The items we bought yesterday were really good so this might be a regular shopping spot for us.  While there I picked up some $4 peach wine.  I use the term “wine” loosely.  More like a giant wine cooler.  Yummy.  I’m a cheap drunk.  Luckily it has a classy screw on cap so the rest is waiting in the fridge for another day.  I’m easing my way into wine drinking.  I’m just not a big fan of the reds.  Or the whites.  So that leaves me with Frutezia.

Tomorrow we’re going down to see Momo at school, take her some supplies and take her to dinner.  I can’t wait to see her!