|Bill cleaning the corrosion off the battery tip points|
Oh yes, I'm sure many of you know what I'm talking about when I say I had one of THOSE mornings.
Here it is, almost 12 noon and I just
"snowball" problems. You know what I mean by "snowball", like a small snowball rolling down a snow covered hill that grows and grows until that snowball is boulder size and crashes at the bottom of the hill?
So here is what happened this morning folks. I got a notice yesterday that my AAA membership automatic renewal needed an update on my credit card. Innocuous enough, right? Yeah, that's what I thought too.
So the credit card I use for my AAA membership is locked up in my safe. Why do I use that credit card and not my usual Master Card and/or Discover card? Well, because it says "AAA" on the card, it's a VISA (my last backup card in case both my others don't work) and I only use it for renewing my annual membership. I don't carry that card with me since I only use it once a year.
So I go bopping downstairs to the safe. I try to enter the number for the electronic device that opens the safe. Nothing. NADA.
Yep, the batteries are gone. Great. Didn't I just replace those batteries? Yes, I did.
The last time I tried to open that safe, it didn't work either because there was such a long period that I had opened the safe that the batteries had corroded. Wow, that sentence didn't seem right but I'm a bit stressed out this morning so I'll let it go.
First thing I do is try to get the unit off that contains the batteries.
I can't get it off. The screw that is holding the unit is on the bottom (of course, American design why would they - Sentry Safe - make it easy?)
Phillips head or flat head? Dunno. I try both. Neither works.
Time to call my live in handyman, Bill. Otherwise known as my husband/spouse/partner/roommate (yeah) and whatever.
He manages to get the unit off (Phillips head). He sees that the corrosion is on the heads where the batteries touch.
Hey, isn't this narrative interesting? Yeah, I thought so too but I have to get this off of my chest.
Bill takes the whole unit out and cleans it up.
I get on the Internet and pull up my AAA account, wondering why they have my very old credit card, because last year they charged the right credit card.
I can't sign in. See where I'm going with this folks?
So I go through the routine of checking the box "I forgot my password." Well folks, I won't bore you with all the hoops I had to jump through here but suffice it to say that the name of my first pet is now again out there in the worldwide web. I know that name will come back to haunt me someday.
I assign myself a new passcode and get into my account. Sure enough, they have my current credit card but they need an expiration date. I can't get into the safe to get it then I remember, "didn't I put that credit card in another safe?" I check and darn if I didn't.
I retrieve the credit card and enter the current credit card number and expiration date and, this is important, the "code". Viola!
Back downstairs and Bill is still working on the unit with the batteries for the safe. He's totally stressed now. Hey folks, it doesn't take too much to stress out an 87 year old and 74 year old, especially two old gay men who are creaking around the house and losing their brain cells daily.
We have a few more "words" (Bill wants me out of there). I saw that Bill put a different screw back on the battery unit. Being the anal pain in the ass (no pun intended) that I am, I insist that he use the same screw (hey, another unintended pun, what is it with the English language anyway?)
I had taken the screw because I didn't want him to lose it. Anyway, he took off the old screw and put on the screw that came with the unit.
|Bill putting the unit back on the safe with the "right" screw|
All is done now and it's time to go food shopping on this cold and windy Sunday. Whatever happened to Spring anyway?
Of course I couldn't update my Scrabble boards on Facebook, thus causing angst with some of my fellow Scrabble players who probably think I'm still in bed. HA!
Folks, it's been one of those days. Time to destress.
"Destress" . . . is that even a word?