Cheers to Chris the clerk at the Olympic Shell Station! She went out of her way to help me with my QFC card and put the pump in my car for me. Gee, we need more angels like Chris out there for old ladies like me!
Jeers to cars making U-turns in the middle of Harborview Drive. An accident was narrowly avoided Thursday mid-morning when a car in mid-turn off Harborview Drive and another car decided to make a U-turn in the intersection without looking at the other traffic. Don’t people understand you do not make U-turns on major thoroughfares unless posted as being permitted?
Cheers to Marti and Victoria for the 50 pounds of plums donated to the Food Backpacks 4 Kids Summer Lunch Program. The kids loved them and we appreciate your generosity.
Jeers to the people who attend Summer Sounds at Skansie and loud TALK, TALK, TALK during the music. It is very RUDE, very disrespectful to those around them and to the entertainers. If you want to talk loud, go to the back or find some other place/time. We came to hear the music, not you!
Cheers to the lady who stopped July 15 to check on me after I tripped on an uneven edge of the sidewalk on Harborview while jogging and went down very hard. Cheers as well to whomever marked the uneven sidewalk edges with red spray paint.
Cheers to Cindy and her friend for their “uplifting” rescue when my chair toppled over on the plaza at the Gig Harbor North Starbucks. Thanks for accompanying me to my car when I got my sea legs back. It is people like you who make living here wonderful.
Jeers to a candidate’s committee that systematically removes opponents’ campaign signs. When the candidate is running for school board, the obvious problem with civics, honesty, and possibly leadership, is especially disturbing. Please note that I do not know any of the three candidates but am very troubled by this.
Jeers to the pharmacist at the local pharmacy for just pointing down an aisle and saying, “it’s down there!” when I asked for help to find an over-the-counter drug for my sick husband.
Cheers to her co-worker, who walked me down the aisle and then got down on her hands and knees to find the last bottle of the drug for me.