time for a change

Today I went and got my haircut. But I didn’t change my hair. Afterwards, I went to Thee Clockmaker’s Shop in Mt. Dora to replace a mechanism from our clock. (My early morning clock changer apparently damaged it on Sunday morning.)  First I had to wait 15 minutes to get into the store. Although there is a note that says that Thee Clockmaker’s Shop opens at 10:00am, I suppose that doesn’t Actually mean that it opens at 10:00am. A little sticky on the door said something about coffee being needed and back in 5 minutes. A group of three showed up at 10:20am, which makes one (ie me) wonder why it took all three of them to get the coffee. Nevermind. I smile when they arrive and ask about my part. Yes, they have it. But then I am told that it is Much to Complicated to install. Since I am holding the part from my old clock, doesn’t that mean that I have uninstalled it and therefore can reverse the procedure?

Thee Old Clockmaker’s part was Not Exactly the same as mine. He let me know that Even If I don’t open the plastic packaging, I still can’t return it.

I decide to bring my husband back to have a look at the part. The really conflicting part, however, is that I have seen a clock in the window that I would really like, to replace the clock that I am buying the part for, so it would be silly to fix the clock, if I am just going to replace it.

I struggle with the justification of purchasing from a shop where I have been summarily reduced to incompetent.

I decide to go by the church on the way home to see if Doug is still there, since it is closer to Thee Old Clock Shop than home. Doug is not there. I get pulled over by Officer Smalt a few minutes after leaving the church.

Officer Smalt informs me that in coming down the hill, I have attained the speed of 41mph in a 25mph zone. I ask Officer Smalt if he is related to the Matthews family. He asks to whom, in particular I am referring? Pam, I answer. He tells me that she is his aunt.

Officer Smalt takes my license and my registration. He returns about 1000 minutes later, okay, it was really like 5, but just felt like 1000. I have spent the entire time telling myself that I can Not buy the clock because I have just bought a speeding ticket. Officer Smalt tells me that he has given me a warning, saving me $256. I am grateful.

I am back to trying to justify purchasing from a shop where I have been summarily reduced to incompetent even though I just saved $256. I could actually buy several clocks for that price.

Later in the day, Doug goes back to Thee Old Clock Shop with me.

I do like my new clock!