Various Caesars might disagree, but I am becoming persuaded that February is so short simply because we couldn’t take a whole lot more of it.
Tomorrow, for instance, I had an appointment with a shrink, and a new shrink at that. Someone associated with the office called me up and advised that the doctor would be out of town, and perhaps I might want to reschedule. I made a point of rescheduling it in March.
Yesterday, I pulled into the same Shell station I’ve been going to for the last four years, and only noticed once I’d gotten out of the car that it’s no longer a Shell station. Have the prices changed since my last visit? Yes: each grade is now one cent higher. And whatever changes were necessary to the accounting system, they made the little receipt a lot less easy to read.
A few minutes later, I pulled into Walmart and picked up the week’s groceries. The last couple of times I’d ordered a particular pie from them, they were out of it and substituted a similar pie at the same price. This time, I ordered the substitute pie. Nothing was said at the pickup point, so I assumed I’d won this round. Then I unloaded the trunk, and found no pie at all — but a whole lot of donuts at the same price ($3.98).
Finally, I got a letter from American Express apologizing for an “internal error” which may have resulted in a late fee or other charges, and announcing a credit of two dollars and change. Having not had any late fees or other charges recently, I stared for a moment, and then read the account number. It’s not the number of my current Amex, or the one before that; it’s the number of the Amex before that, which hasn’t been active since 2010.