As a rule I only write about Politics, But this was a very funny event that happened here a few days ago and I thought I'd share it with you all... Enjoy!
Yeah, Me and Dad went to do some shopping earlier today. (well, technically, it was yesterday now... But... that's another posting! ha!)
Everything went rather smoothly, Except for went we were returning the many pop cans that we collect around here. Uh, Yeah, we drink diet Pepsi. I mean, a whole lot of Diet Pepsi.
You know those machines that are in the stores now, that you bring your can returns to? and you stick them in there and it squishes them for you? and gives you a receipt? Do you have any clue how annoying those things become, when they are full and are going "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!" Egad! The beeping isn't so bad, it's just very shrill and very LOUD! Kind of like standing in a operating room with two people getting operated on at once.
Yes Sir! First there was the one, I could deal with that, But then two of them got to be full, before we got out of there, (We went to K-Mart...) Which presented a whole new level of annoyance, two of them machines going "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!", one about 2 or 3 hertz, tone wise higher than the other, and slightly out of synch with one another. Needless to say, between me and dad, we emptied two carts full of cans in like record time, at least I did, when I finished with mine, I did dad's for him, and when we were done, I said to dad, "let's get outta here before I hurt something or someone!" He laughed. He could see that horrible noise was driving me nuttier than a fruitcake. (Not that I have far to go as it is.... but I would like to keep what little sanity I do have left!)
And if that didn't beat all!
Once we were done, my dad told me, "you go ahead and get the pop and here's the keys to the truck, wait outside and I'll pick up the stuff we need." (He knows how much I despise shopping!) (it wasn't allot of stuff, otherwise, I would have stayed with him, like I normally do...) Anyhow, The pop was 4 for $11.00 plus deposit. He hands me a voucher slip for the bottles. (I forget now, how much the slip was for.) I get there, I guess we both forgot to allow for the deposit. and of course, I was 50 cents short. Arrrgh! Luckily for me, some total stranger, (If you happen to read this, Thank You!) gave me the 50 cents, so, I wouldn't have to run back to my dad and get the money. I didn't have a dime on me, Any other time, I would have had money coming out my ears! But the ONE time I needed it. I was broke. D'OH! I do, however, believe that the person gave me that money to just get me out of the way! But it was rather nice of them, I did thank them, very profusely.
I just love shopping! (*gag* puke) NOT!