So there I was, at the jewelery counter this morning, wanting to get a new battery for my heart rate monitor. (On topic, barely.)
However, there was a problem.
The sales clerk told me she couldn’t open my watch to put the battery because I might sue the company if she ruins it.
OK, other places have the same policy. I told her to give me the screwdriver and I would do it.
She told me she couldn’t do that because I might hurt myself and sue the company.
We both stared at the watch for a minute.
I don’t know what she was thinking (probably “please don’t freak out and yell at me”).
I was wondering by what miracle I was going to replace the battery. She couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do it. (And I couldn’t just take the battery and go home because I had to open it to see what kind I needed, first.)
Finally, I said, well, if I buy a screwdriver here, can I open it? Is it OK if I stab myself with my own screwdriver, not yours?
Relieved, she said yes.
Problem solved. (Note: I didn’t injure myself, you’ll be glad to know.)
After that, I came home and took the kids to one of the Rails to Trails projects and we went for a nice long bike ride (them) and run (me). They are really getting stronger and better with their bikes. We had a lot of fun.
I have to say, after all that, the heart rate monitor was kind of annoying.