sockies
This morning I was staring at my little sockies and thinking of how smart I was to remember to put them on so that I wouldn't have to line my shoes with Kleenex all day and I realized something. The reason that they have been cutting into the back of my heels and making horrible red lines is because I've been wearing them BACKWARDS. AHHH. I feel so stupid, even worse is I have a vague feeling that I have had this epiphany before. I think I did the exact same thing in the training. :( Anyway, at least my heels don't hurt so bad or look so strange today and PEOPLE if I mention anything about my sockies hurting me, PLEASE tell me to wear them properly.
This morning I got in my car and the gas light came on, EXCELLENT! I was a little sleepy because I ate the sausage my mommy sweetly made for dinner and was sick all night. The evidence is still beside my bed: Tums, Pepto, Mint Tea Remnants, Sleeping Pills and Xanax. When the tummy helpers didn't work I opted for the sleep aids. ANYWAY, so I called on the Lord and headed towards Diamond Shamrock, one of the two gas cards that reside in my wallet. I think it was SoCal residual but for some reason a DP sounded so good. Even perfect. Mind you last week I decided that I would not partake of aspertame anymore, I'm worried about it affecting my already failing memory, but you know, in regards to my stomach it's probably best if I stop deciding to and not to have things. My stomach likes what it likes and doesn't what it doesn't. It's like caterpillar that can't fly yet. ;) Some day but not yet. I arrived at the gas station, pushed the pay at the pump button and waited, nothing happened, so I waited somemore. I put on eye liner. Still nothing. Frustrated I pushed every button at the pump hoping that something would happen and 5 sec later it indicated that I could start pumping. SUCCESS! PROOF that rapid pushings of cross-walk buttons also works. So I started the gas and put on my mascara and the pump shut off at $10. ARG. Less than half a tank and no more would come out. I stared at the pump for a few seconds, decided that there must be a cap on "pay inside" purchases and locked up and skipped inside. It was a beautiful morning. So I got my 32 oz diet DP and went to up to pay. I started to ask the nice lady at behind the counter about the "pay inside" policy and at that same moment a very upset man came inside demanding that the cashier turn his pump on, after all this was his third time inside and he had prepaid for his $10 of gas already. Oops. I looked outside. Yes. There was my car beside his. :/ there could be no doubt, I had STOLEN his gas. Should I confess to the irate man? Eek. I decided a calm apology would be most appropriate but what came out was more of a yelling shriek. I think it's cause I was just a leetle nervous. But whatever it was I said startled him to the extent that he shut up and stared at me. My ears started burning. The cashier seized the opportunity to redirect him outside, suddenly mute he quickly walked back out; the cashier began laughing as I handed over my credit card to pay for his gas and soda. Why did I think I NEEDED a SODA?!!! I don't even like soda! But, turns out it was her fault, she pushed the wrong pump button, so I got my soda discounted, I am to leave my card at the register if I want to pay inside, I have a new friend (forgot her name already), AND I'm not sure about crosswalks. Actually, on that vein, NYTimes had an article 2 years ago about crosswalks and they asserted that up to 70% don't even have wiring, they're just to make people feel better. I think it's different in Austin though. I'm fairly confident that each time I push the button the light thinks there's another person waiting to cross the street. ;) Riiight.
Although many other extremely exciting events have taken place since this morning my typing accuracy is even worse than usual due to the large bandaids on my fingers. This makes typing a little annoying. It's cause all I could find were the large sized bandaids this morning and they are quite cumbersome and slippery on the keys. Optimistically, maybe I'm like a baseball player warming up with a bat weight, once I get these bad boys off, my nimble fingers will fly across the keys with amazing accuracy.
I have a food headache and I'm chilly. ciao ciao.
This morning I got in my car and the gas light came on, EXCELLENT! I was a little sleepy because I ate the sausage my mommy sweetly made for dinner and was sick all night. The evidence is still beside my bed: Tums, Pepto, Mint Tea Remnants, Sleeping Pills and Xanax. When the tummy helpers didn't work I opted for the sleep aids. ANYWAY, so I called on the Lord and headed towards Diamond Shamrock, one of the two gas cards that reside in my wallet. I think it was SoCal residual but for some reason a DP sounded so good. Even perfect. Mind you last week I decided that I would not partake of aspertame anymore, I'm worried about it affecting my already failing memory, but you know, in regards to my stomach it's probably best if I stop deciding to and not to have things. My stomach likes what it likes and doesn't what it doesn't. It's like caterpillar that can't fly yet. ;) Some day but not yet. I arrived at the gas station, pushed the pay at the pump button and waited, nothing happened, so I waited somemore. I put on eye liner. Still nothing. Frustrated I pushed every button at the pump hoping that something would happen and 5 sec later it indicated that I could start pumping. SUCCESS! PROOF that rapid pushings of cross-walk buttons also works. So I started the gas and put on my mascara and the pump shut off at $10. ARG. Less than half a tank and no more would come out. I stared at the pump for a few seconds, decided that there must be a cap on "pay inside" purchases and locked up and skipped inside. It was a beautiful morning. So I got my 32 oz diet DP and went to up to pay. I started to ask the nice lady at behind the counter about the "pay inside" policy and at that same moment a very upset man came inside demanding that the cashier turn his pump on, after all this was his third time inside and he had prepaid for his $10 of gas already. Oops. I looked outside. Yes. There was my car beside his. :/ there could be no doubt, I had STOLEN his gas. Should I confess to the irate man? Eek. I decided a calm apology would be most appropriate but what came out was more of a yelling shriek. I think it's cause I was just a leetle nervous. But whatever it was I said startled him to the extent that he shut up and stared at me. My ears started burning. The cashier seized the opportunity to redirect him outside, suddenly mute he quickly walked back out; the cashier began laughing as I handed over my credit card to pay for his gas and soda. Why did I think I NEEDED a SODA?!!! I don't even like soda! But, turns out it was her fault, she pushed the wrong pump button, so I got my soda discounted, I am to leave my card at the register if I want to pay inside, I have a new friend (forgot her name already), AND I'm not sure about crosswalks. Actually, on that vein, NYTimes had an article 2 years ago about crosswalks and they asserted that up to 70% don't even have wiring, they're just to make people feel better. I think it's different in Austin though. I'm fairly confident that each time I push the button the light thinks there's another person waiting to cross the street. ;) Riiight.
Although many other extremely exciting events have taken place since this morning my typing accuracy is even worse than usual due to the large bandaids on my fingers. This makes typing a little annoying. It's cause all I could find were the large sized bandaids this morning and they are quite cumbersome and slippery on the keys. Optimistically, maybe I'm like a baseball player warming up with a bat weight, once I get these bad boys off, my nimble fingers will fly across the keys with amazing accuracy.
I have a food headache and I'm chilly. ciao ciao.
posted by Grace S at 11:02 AM
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