Monday, January 24, 2011

little punks.

photo cred: Andrea Wanlass

I haven't even started writing yet and I know this post will be boring.
If you make it through without falling asleep, two points for you!
On Friday Clint and I went to grab a bite to eat.
As some of you ladies may relate, I had no interest in food. Like the real kind of food. I wanted a 468 ounce chocolate bunny. in my belly. stat. 
So, after dinner Clint took me to the McDonald's drive through for one of their 99 cent hot fudge Sundaes.  Not the healthiest thing on the planet, but my hormones didn't care.
We're in line and there's a big truck in front of us that won't go. One if the girls in the truck gets out and starts pushing it. After me and Clint get my much anticipated delightfully chocolately sundae in my hands, we go over to see if we can help them. Their car ran out of gas. SO, we had to come up with a plan. Me and Clint went all the way back to my house to get a gas can, to a gas station to fill up, and then back to the McDonald's parking lot to give them the gas. Well, by this time my hot fudge sundae had melted into a cold fudge milk bath. My monthly physiological need for chocolate was not being satisfied! Red alert! But at this point, I was still happy to help. The grumpiness sets in later. 

Back to the nitty gritty.
So, we gas up the car, and it still won't start.
We try to push start it.
Time to jumpstart.
After getting it hooked up and trying for what seemed like forever, it finally started.
Then one of the girls says to the other
"Well, at least it's free gas."
Happy feeling gone. It took every ounce of strength in my body to not get my snapping fingers out and tell that sister from another mister that the gas was in fact not free and that I had paid for it with my heard earned dolla bills. And now not only was I two gallons of gas poorer, but had no chocolate and we missed our movie and didn't have time to rent one. I work early on Saturday mornings so that Friday night time is cherished! Well, while me and Clint are spending like an hour or more helping them, they're texting and facebooking their friends about this hilarious story about how two teenage girls get stuck in a drive-thru because they forget to get gas. This must have been another time they were talking about. This story definitely wasn't funny. Among my least favorite emotions is the feeling that you're being taken advantage of. That feeling was pretty strong at this point. Who is with me? Now I feel bad and I'm contemplating deleting this post. Eh, I'll just blame it on the hormones.

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself.
-Rosanne Barr

[I disagree with this quote. That, however, doesn't stop it from being funny. ]


Ashley said...

this picture deserves a hot dang! lovvve it girl!

Savannah said...

I love your boots, this is such a beautiful picture! and that quote at the end is pretty funny :)

Nikki & Drew said...

well thats when you bust a cap! hahaha. no but next time, if there is one, you have them hop in the car, take them to the gas station. Most gas stations have tiny little 2 gallon gas cans just for this purpose (I had to use a couple in college..) they fill it up (have to leave their license to take the can) and you return them to their car. ha. what little punks though. Seriously, I would have been like, actually, it's $7.50+ not free.

Nik and Dawna said...

Sad day! I woulda been ticked too.

Shalyn said...

That is a lovely picture and I have to disagree with your assessment of this post- not boring AT ALL! Good for you guys for helping those girls out, even if it didn't go the way it should have! They are just brats but I am sure they were grateful, so be proud of what you did! I hope you ended up getting some more chocolate!

Laura Darling said...

Seems like so many people are having car trouble lately. What a nummer for you! At least it worked out in the end!

Melissa: Write it in Lipstick said...

ok your too funny. I would of said you owe me a ice cream SUCKER! but your way sounds nicer and you'll probably go to heaven for it.

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