I’m an ex-smoker so I know what they are going through and I can sympathize with them, but why is it they have to stand right near the door? Whenever you leave or enter the building it is like running the gauntlet of smoke. It is even worse when it rains, nothing is worse than the smell of a wet ashtray…
Are the people who buy used cars that gullible? The local Toyota dealer frequently runs this ad in the Sunday paper. Here are some quotes:
“One of Georgia’s largest Toyota dealers has been ordered to conduct…”
Ordered by who?
“…every car is on sale, first come-first served, and no auction bidding is required.”
Darn, I so wanted to bid.
“Be there early, because last time another dealer outside our city limits conducted a sale like this, they had over 400 respond by 8:00 PM and some actually camped out on the public sidewalks…”
Probably the same guys who are waiting in line for the next Star Wars.
“Don’t forget some will actually be sold as low as seventy-seven $77 dollars!”
Huh, seventy-seven seventy-seven dollars dollars?
Had a little project to do today. It involved my garage door opener so I was up on a ladder. Well more like up and down and up and down and…. I don’t do enough of this home improvement stuff, but maybe if I did I would have one of those belts. It seems every time I needed the screwdriver it was on the counter not in my pocket or on the ladder. I’d go get the screwdriver and put down the socket wrench. Up the ladder and use the screwdriver. Now I need the the socket wrench and it is AWOL.
Breakfast at Popeye’s. Would have went to Hardee’s but I’m too impatient đŸ˜‰ to make the 2 mile trip to the southside ATM, when I can just pass right by the downtown one on the way to Popeye’s. The biscuits are about the same, but Hardee’s sausage gravy is richer and has more sausage bits in it. There is one other reason, at Hardee’s you get a real plastic fork, but at Popeye’s you get a spork, which is a spoon/fork hybrid. Unfortunately it is more spoon than fork and is just not good for stabbing at sausage chunks.
Our usual commute to work takes us by the entrance to an elementary school. Teacher work days, school recesses and holidays are the nicest drive to work days, so much less traffic. I love summer because all the chauffeur Moms are still at home and I hate winter because besides the usual lack of attention paid to the road, things are compounded by putting on coats and hats and wiping off the fogged up windows.
The entrance and exit from the school parking lot is the same road which T’s into a road with a speed limit of 45MPH. Of course there is a steady stream of traffic from both directions to get into the school. The folks leaving the school and are going right usually have no problem, it is the left turn folks that are a danger. About once a week somebody pulls out in front of me because they assume that everyone is going to be turning left into the school. They get impatient if they have to wait more than 2 minutes to get a clear lane to turn into. No way they would go right and just make the extra 1/2 loop to get back home….
Once a week my wife and I have a lunch “date” and leave the plant to go to a local fast food place to eat instead of the usual microwaved entree. Today we went to Popeye’s. We both like the food there, nice and spicy, it reminds us of when we lived in New Orleans. Should have guessed we were in trouble when there were 3 people waiting off to the side for their orders and two people still in front of us. They only had one person taking orders and one person handling the drive-up and judging by which the speed of the food was delivered to the patrons, only one person cooking. They should have had a few more people working being as it was 12:15 and the middle of lunch time.
The absolute greatest invention since self-service, has been the card reader on the pump. You no longer need to go inside and have to wait in line behind people buying cigarettes, lottery tickets, 64oz Giant Gulps or whatever. You just pull up, fill up and go. The stations without these new pumps are becoming rarer and rarer and if I stumble on one, I’ll just drive across the street.
Needed to get some gas today. When I was done and returned the pump handle, no receipt came out. So inside I went, ugh. The woman gave me some lame excuse about it being out of paper, but I know better. These corner quick stops must be losing a lot money in lost impulse buys with those pumps, so they are programmed to every once in awhile not print a receipt so that you have to go inside. While I waited for the person in front of me to pay for their gas, I used my superior will-power to not pick up a butane lighter or one of those rolled up astrology forecasts.