Miscelleanous Mishegoss

Today is Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving.  We usually do our weekly grocery shopping on Thursday and while the grocery store will be open tomorrow we’ll be skipping that experience. We thought about going today but we really don’t need anything in particular  – so no grocery shopping this week. Feels odd.

Yesterday I had to go to the hospital to get a lung CT scan. I would usually use an Uber but due to a little phone glitch, totally my fault, and too long to go into and not all that interesting, I had to use Lyft. What fun that was. Really.

Car came much quicker than Uber usually does (even tho most people who do this are signed up at both Uber and Lyft) and the driver was friendly (most are). We had a lovely and lively chat on what was a 15 minute drive. As we were pulling up to the hospital entrance the driver said “I wish the ride was longer, I could talk to you all day. You’ve made my day” Well, now, I swear that brought tears to my eyes.  Anyone says anything nice to me and I get blubbery.

The ride home was also pleasant. Now here’s a thing. We always tip our drivers. I mean, how do you not? Minimum tip is $3.00, more for longer rides and more if the driver helps load and unload our groceries. After each ride yesterday I added the customary $3.00 tip. When I got home and checked email, along with my receipts, was an email from Lyft telling me I now had a “Top Tipper” badge.

We tip everyone who provides any kind of service for us. It is just what we do. We do have kinda set amounts for each service and it seems we are somewhat generous – at least that’s what we have been told.  I don’t know how people who can afford to pay for personal services don’t also tip the people providing it. Most of the time the providers of the service are not the highest paid people. No one is getting rich driving for Uber or Lyft. Or for delivering pizza.

It seems I’ve been doing some back patting here.  I don’t approve of back patting. I am uncomfortable with saying nice things about myself but I was struck by both those little incidents yesterday.

Also too – we had a light lunch yesterday (lunch is our “dinner”) so when I got home from the hospital I was a little hungry and there are no snacks of any kind in the house – not even a cookie. I mentioned that to my husband and that since we wouldn’t be grocery shopping there wouldn’t be any for a week plus no pumpkin pie. I could have bought it last week (Mrs. Callender’s pumpkin pie – to die for!) but I really didn’t have room in the freezer for it.

I thought of all the things I could bake, and they are limited. Lemon bars are out of the question because 1) They are sugar heavy and my husband has Type 2 diabetes so I have to go easy on the sugary stuff. 2) I don’t have any applesauce so I can’t make cocoa spice snacking cake 3) I can’t make any kind of pie because I have nothing to put INTO the pie.

What I CAN make though is chocolate cookies – deceptively delicious chocolate cookies. I made these for a self-proclaimed chocolate expert. He ate one, said “Not bad, not really sweet, just okay” and then he ate another one and another one. I think he downed 3 or 4 cookies in a matter of minutes. I said “They’re just okay? You just ate 4 cookies without stopping” He laughed and said “They just sneak up on you”.

So here’s the easy-peasy delicious cookies. Personally I do NOT add chocolate chips because I dislike chocolate chips and/or chunks of chocolate in my food. I do add nuts if I have any – you can find the recipe here – Double Chocolate Cookies

11 thoughts on “Miscelleanous Mishegoss

    1. There are some jobs that will never pay more than minimum wage and those jobs are usually in the service industries. Still – if someone goes over and above their job description in a basically minimum wage job then I will “tip” in whatever way I can.

      For instance: the grocery store – whenever the cashiers or the Customer Service people or just some random employee goes out of their way to help I send an email to Corporate and they will get a gift card and commendation to their file. I do this all the time. Customer Service people who are friendly and helpful always get a note from me to their supervisor, sometimes I have hunt down an email address but I usually can get contact information.

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    1. It’s a bit sad that I got a top tipper badge – this is a rather affluent area. We have absolutely nothing in the house to snack on – if you want to eat you have to prepare something and since I hate to prepare food, I often just go hungry – how sad is that?

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    1. Coming from NYC where tipping is a way of life, and unfortunately, often the only way one CAN get decent service, we have found that it is not all that common in other places – like where we live now. When we first moved to this building I would give the concierge a Christmas ‘gift’ and after the second year I did that she asked me to please stop. Some people find it embarrassing.

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      1. Wow! She found it embarassing? Here most people are just plain shocked at times that l tip. I recently as a thank you to my neighbour for helping me with my new worm farm mounts – he cut the wood and saved me a huge bill if l was to employ the services of the handyman [l didn’t have the right tools for the wood cutting].

        I asked what would he like as a thank you? he was put back, and l said listen you really helped me out. he asked for a small bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey. I got him a 70cl and he was like What?? This is a huge bottle!

        I answered no, this is a small bottle in my world. I wanted to say thank you, not just tip you 🙂

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