Ah schadenfreude. Pleasure at another's misfortune.

I experienced it today in Safeway with my price book. Safeway is one of the those grocery stores with the club card that "entitles you to sale prices" but in fact over inflates regular prices then encourages you to sell your privacy down the river in exchange for a crummy card that entitles you to regular prices. I guess Safeway to me is what the bank is to sister -- it produces all sorts of semi-irrational long term grudges and hatreds.

I was cutting through in the double-decker Safeway -- they have an escalator and sometimes I just don't want to face the walk up the hill -- when I had an urge to pick up a couple of things. The so called "sale" price on every thing was more expensive than the mid-range of my price book. HAH!

Plus I got a fantastic deal on ground beef yesterday from my usual grocery store. Stocked up and rotated out the old stuff from the freezer for crockpot chili.

I also got a voicemail yesterday from sister. She received the letters that the bank executor sent, opened hers up and she let fly. The bank had checked off that they need an exclusionary clause in case the situation required it. That really set her off. It nearly set me off, but I'm fairly sure that this is boilerplate - a clause that nearly every estate gets. I mean, what if they find 33 dead bodies in the basement?

I had to call her back and ask that I get my copy. Ranting over the phone isn't going to help the situation any, and my lawyer-advisee needs the paper, not the pissed-off voicemail.