Today's surrealism

Making an appt to see a new doctor, while running through all the new
patient questions, I start hearing pinging noises.

Appts clerk> Oh, we're having a fire alarm...
Me> Do you need to evacuate?
Appts clerk> We just closed the door. I'll let you know.

Time passes, more questions and answers...

Appts clerk> Can I call you back? They're wanting us to evacuate.

Apparently, I've been naughty.

Bosses are going around the office handing out the company Christmas
present (a logo tote bag). Gave one to the woman across from me and one
to everyone nearby, but walked right past me.

ETA: I just got one. The boss came back by and I asked about it. There was apparently a shortage, but I got one that had been allocated to someone who's out on disability currently. The rest will be arriving next week.

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Scene: Our house, a week or two ago.

It's about 10:30 in the evening. We're lounging around the living room
in varying states of undress, when there comes a knock on the front
door. Chris gets up to answer it, wondering aloud whether it's another
cop: some time ago we had a cop ring the doorbell at about 4:45 am
because the dog was outside barking. The dog was indoors, however, so we
didn't know what it might be.

It's a small Asian man in a parka with a miner-style headlamp on,
carrying Beethoven the outdoor cat tucked into his jacket. He is not the
least fazed by a large half-naked hairy man answering the door. "Is this
your cat? I'm Irving, I live across the street. He's been spending a lot
of time in our yard. We were worried about him being outside in the
cold..."

Beethoven isn't even his original name; it was given him by the
neighbors at the Washington house. His original name, creatively enough
for a big tabby, is Stripey. Another set of our current neighbors have
unaccountably started calling him Whitey; he has no white fur anywhere
on his body.

Stripey/Beethoven/Whitey used to be Joanie's cat, but she left him with
us when she moved to Alabama. Now he's ours, although Chris is peeved
with him for allowing Irving to carry him inside his coat, when usually
he won't even let Chris pick him up.