Well, now I feel silly.

You'd think, considering where I work, I wouldn't get tripped up like this, but you'd be wrong.

Yesterday Don had a Really Fabulous sales day, God be praised! First one in years. We had a bottle of champagne in the fridge (can't recall why), so I bought a couple of Gallia Linea flutes so we could toast his success and drink the bubbly properly (our champagne glasses are the saucer type, which was standard 30-odd years ago).

Time came to wash my new flutes and put them away.

They don't fit in any of my cupboards. Way too tall! They're presently sitting in solitary, regal splendor on my kitchen counter, next to the spice rack.

So here's another caveat to warn brides about when they register . . . not only "Careful how many stems you request, for they take up lots of room" but "Mind the really tall ones . . . you can have trouble storing them." :^(

Dang!

The "comment" apparatus has disappeared again. :(

Maybe it'll show up as suddenly as it disappeared.

What IS it with people?

Foley's provides two elevators, yet if I had five bucks for every time I've seen people maneuver a stroller onto the escalator, I wouldn't need to work at all.

This is DANGEROUS, folks!

That escalator is 25 years old and has a nasty tendency to suddenly sit on its haunches and refuse to budge, meaning it stops without warning. Fortunately it tends to not jerk to a stop, which would really be bad, instead rapidly slowing down (is that an oxymoron?). As shaky a grip as some of these parents have on that stroller, however, it wouldn't take much to make 'em let go.

This is, I swear and declare, one of the most stomach-churning things about working in the tabletop area - constantly watching babies and toddlers be put at risk by parents too lazy to walk to an elevator. :^(

Promise me y'all don't do that!