Hiss.

I once lived with a girl with very small hands.

Her name is Katie, and we affectionately refer to her as kk or babyhands.

kk likes to hiss at people/things that annoy her/perturb her, and unfortunately, I picked up this less than lady-like habit from her after sharing a tiny little mole-hole sized apt with her for a year. 

So now I hiss. Silently. Out loud. Via text.

Today I am hissing silently,out loud, and via text at the florist I was supposed to meet with yesterday. 

HISS.

I drove from my office to Summerville at 5pm (the worst traffic in Charleston is I-26 WB at 5pm) in the pouring rain -- got lost -- finally arrived only to find the store dark and locked up.

I was steaming angry. 

and wet from the rain. 

a deadly combination. 

I left a not so very polite voicemail for the lady, and sent a not so very polite follow up email. 

Moments later I received a very apologetic phone call explaining that the enormous rain storm that came through Summerville the night before had damaged the roof of her building. Contractors had been there all day working to repair the problem (this explains the big red ladder in the middle of the show room that was visible from the front window). Apparently, an hour before our meeting was schedule the contractors through the power out and cut the electricity in an effort to repair the roof and all of the little florists were sent home. Thus explains why I had been ditched. I was obviously still very ticked, but her apology seemed very sincere and she promised to make it up to me.

I guess I will temporarily forgive her for her lack of notifying me of the change of plans, but she better make it up to me when we do have our consultation, or I shall take my business elsewhere. And, that's that. Hiss.

Expect to see future post about things that I hiss at. It also to be noted that I have even gotten my boss, a Chaplain and former Assistant Sheriff to start hissing as well. 

xo, 

Shans