Oh, I'll bet that went over about like a turd in a punchbowl. Not sure why but it reminds me of the time, not that long after I married my first wife. She took the car Friday afternoon for groceries. Saturday morning I needed it to go somewhere. Ha! I ran out of gas before getting out the driveway. Needless to say, she learned that day of the importance of leaving some gas in the tank...
Same happened to me a month ago. I came home from being on the road on a Friday evening with my new Nissan Versa Note on empty. But having put 22,000 miles on it since April 1, I know the car and how many miles it has left in it once the low fuel light comes on. Monday morning I drove to my office and halfway there it ran out of gas. Turns out my 18yo drove it all over the place that weekend on empty, using up my 30 mile reserve I know it has once the light comes on. He showed up with his tail between his legs and his lawn mower gas can. Problem is, he's a great kid, really bright, he just doesn't engage his brain sometimes.
I got pizzed today, but am good now. It started at the foodstore. I have a huge truck, and make it a point to park AWAY from all the yahoos. Now, im away from all parked cars, go to pull into a spot (plenty around remember) and this dumbazz in a small car pulls in right in the spot ahead of mine. I dont know where he came from, but the "some beach, somewhere" song came to mind. I could have rung his neck, but well....... Ok every idiot on the planet is shopping too. We shop for 2 weeks at a time, a teenager in the house, and playoff food for tomorrow, made for a packed cart. All the sudden "attention shoppers, our cc/debit system is down, CASH ONLY!" WHAT THE ! The ol' lady kept watch on the cart so i could go to a damm atm down the road, a couple hundred bucks. Get the cash-drive back, get in line, "attention shoppers, the system is back up!" Got home, made hot roast beef sandwiches with a zesty horseradish mayo, cracked a beer.
The crowds used to annoy me, like pretty much everything did. Somehow, I managed to learn to ignore that and just do my thing. Unless my wife is in "shopping mode" (like the last time we went), we're usually done in about 1/2 hr...maybe 45 minutes. Gotta' love people who stop in the middle of the doorway to check the receipt, or talk, or browse an aisle......like they're the ONLY ones in the whole bazillion sq. ft. store. I just move their cart if needed or go around. No one's messed with me yet.
You be the judge.......tomorrow is my birthday so we went and bought a new tv. We stopped and had a late lunch at an Italian restaurant. When I went to the bathroom my wife informed the waitress that it was my birthday. After we finished eating the waitresses came over all clapping and singing happy birthday with a conalli and a candle. Well I wanted that as much as an anal probe. We've been married 27 years, wouldn't my wife realize by now that I don't like that sorta thing. Then, I'm the bad guy because I didn't like it. Don't make me go through something I hate and then get mad because I do.
Hehehe... Oh Jaaaaaaaaaaack... I really hate that chit too but, I'm thinkin' gettin anal probed might be worse... really... Wudcha git for a TV?
Well I'll be 50 so I think my doctor is gonna order the anal probe soon. We got a 40" Samsung, LED TV. Our living room is small so we didn't want anything too big.
I'm a little nervous, my sister got the pipe and it really hurt her. She's got the intestines the size of a liitle kid.
My sister tried to pull that on me at a place that has a saw horse with a saddle and all that stuff. No where close to my b day though. I told the waitress and they made her sit up there.
Have them put you to sleep, no sweat. Only mildly bad thing is the prep... think nuclear main rocket blast...
My uncle has a great story, he took the prep medicine and then decided to go outside to do some chores. Long story short, my aunt ended up rinsing him off with the garden hose, twice!