Monday Mail Call: The Good, The Bad, & The Bills

It's a mixed bag this week, but mercifully nothing food related.

The List:

The Good:

An Amazon box.  Ummmmm...Amazzzzzon.  I'm an Amazon junkie.  I love their website, I love their products and I love being able to buy books or music or DVD's right at my computer fingertips.   When I see that Amazon box with the telltale arrow logo I hear heavenly choirs.  Inside this box:  two books on the history of tennis, a beach read by Catherine Coulter and a book about how God ruins everything in today's society.  I can't wait to sink my teeth into that one.  Reviews will be forthcoming.   

The Bad: 

A handwritten card from a real estate agent asking if I was interested in selling my house.

Let me preface this by telling you I have a bias against real estate agents.

I know, I know.  They're not all bad.  There are some who are hard working, wonderful, caring professionals.  I'm sure that's the case, but in my many years of life, I've only met one that matches that description.

Ever other real estate agent I've dealt with ranged from simply annoying to really obnoxious with a very high scruple deficit.

But back to that note. The agent's first mistake?  He addresses me by my first name. I don't know this guy from a crack in my sidewalk and he's addressing me by my first name.  I. Don't. Think.  So.  It's guys like these that make me want to forget the good manners my Momma taught me.

The agent then goes into great detail about how a "very genuine buyer" is looking for a property in my neighborhood.  "She is anxious to purchase a home as soon as possible," he says, making it sound like she's trying to escape occupied Poland.

Manic Megan might need to give him a call and curtly request that he not send me anymore notes about "anxious, genuine buyers" wanting to buy my house, when I ain't sellin'.

The Bills: 

1.  My Visa bill.  It's funny, the envelope was stuck to someone else's Visa bill from the same bank.  Someone who lives in the next town who has a Visa card from the very same, far away, out of state bank that I have.  Imagine that.  If I was less honest, I might open it up to see what this guy charges on his Visa bill and how it compares to mine.  But because I'm the honest, upstanding citizen that I am, I'll leave it attached to my mailbox tomorrow so the postman can deliver it to its rightful debtor.

2.  My gas bill and my electric bill.   It's always a bummer that just as the gas bill is getting noticeably lower, the electric bill gets noticeably higher.  Why can't the electric and gas bills ever be low at the same time?

And that's Monday's Mail Call.