I am sitting here at a Flying J waiting for my gas to pump (it’s really slow today). Why is it that people get right behind someone else when waiting to get the pump so that that person can not back out, and has no room to pull foward and out?
Month: February 2006
Killer Jeans
Me and my father got complimentary passes to Gold’s Gym from the hotel we are staying at, so we walked down the street a bit to it. We walked in and showed the guy behind the counter the passes. The guy said he couldn’t let us in because we were wearing jean pants. They would “tear the machines up.” How jeans will “tear up” a machine, I don’t know. So any way, I will never go to a Gold’s Gym. They are now on my boycott list.
Day 2 of Sunburns
Well, in my second day in Riviera Beach, I have developed a bit of a burn. I also managed to burn my hand on a hot pipe. And I got all scratched up by trees.
Final Destination
Well, I am in Riviera Beach again. The last time I was here, my father almost broke my legs with a huge 2 foot pipe. This time, we were pulling some roots with a backhoe, and I was pulling on a some of the roots when one just snapped out of the ground and threw me back and hit both of my arms, almost bruising them. It threw me back about 6 feet, and actually knocked my hat off of my head. This was only in the second hour. And of course, I’ve already had several calls for people trying to make appointments for today/this week. Anyway, I’ll be back on Friday. I’m also a little tipsy, because I drank a huge bottle of Smirnoff.
Blind Leading the Blind
I have a small business customer who’s computer I updated to Windows XP. Well, they needed a particular program reinstalled, which they didn’t have the CD for. So the people providing the program sent two (yes, two) people to come over and install it. Well, it is awful. Neither of them are technical people. I copied the old program folder onto the new desktop. I told them this. They HAD to move it to the root of C. I can’t stand non-technical people trying to do technical things.