Hangers, corned beef, and a weekend of fishing

Something mysterious is going on in my household.  My hangers, yes clothes hangers, are one by one disappearing.  Every time I do laundry, I find myself in need of a hanger.  I checked every where for the missing hangers, up and down closets, garage where a clothesline is in place, and even garbage bins just in case they broke and had to be thrown away, but no, there is no sign of the missing hangers.  I have the same amount of clothes, but I keep needing hangers.  As a matter of fact because I needed more hangers (I fold those that I never had to wear that week), I donated more clothes to the Salvation Army, earlier than I needed or wanted just to free up more hangers.  And did it?  Nope, I just did my laundry and yes, I find the need for more hangers again.  Where did all these missing hangers go?  Did they go to the same place where missing socks go?  Help!!!!

Compounding my distress is the blatant unfair practices of our cafeteria cashiers.  Right in my face, a paying customer and co-worker of sorts, they had the gall to not only give the lady behind me on the line an extra slice of corned beef, but to charge her a dollar less than me!!!! This is why the caferia needed to raise their prices.  They are losing money because of discounts given by the cashiers. I don’t think the spike in gas price had everything to do with it.  Seriously, I am offended.  I am sure that there are more people who are friends of these cashiers that go by having lunch for a dollar.  Here it really pays to know people in the right places. 

This is not the first time I have seen this.  I guess today is the last straw for me.  I had to speak up.  I don’t want anyone to lose their job because of me so I rave here. 

Last weekend I learned to cast.  I don’t know how to thread the line or to hook the bait, but I did learn how to cast.  A lady who’s fishing with her husband even stopped to chat with me about fishing.  I told her tis my first time, and probably the last time fishing here in this river.  While none of us caught anything, I did help my little 3-yo niece pick blackberries from the bushes that grow next to the river.  She was so cute with her Barbie fishing gear. I did  not know that Barbie sell tackle box, fishing rods, etc in cute pink and purple colors. 

Upon our return from the fishing trip, hubby asked if it’s okay if he gets an annual fishing license. I said sure thing.  I guess we’re gonna do a lot more fishing this year.  Maybe I’ll catch my first fish before the summer ends.

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