Happy Halloween!!

A Little Too Late

A coworker brought Butterfingers around to everyone for Halloween today. It was near the end of the day. I thought briefly about saving mine for tomorrow. But, ultimately, my love of chocolate won out. I opened up the butterfinger, and popped a piece of it in my mouth. As I chewed, I felt the sticky butterfingery-ness adhering to my teeth. And at that moment I also remembered that I was on my way to a dentist appointment in less than an hour. And I also had no toothbrush with me.

I Shouldn't Have...

If you watch Dancing With The Stars, you may have seen the episode where they did a move that looks a little chicken-ish in nature. Joey Lawrence actually complained that he looked like a chicken while doing it. It's where you sort of move your shoulders forward and back while stepping. It actually looks pretty hot when the trained professionals do it. Last night we were at a concert; O.A.R. was playing. I decided that I ought to try out the chicken move. Everything was going just fine until I elbowed the woman next to me. I felt my face transform into a look of horror as my elbow rammed into the flesh of her arm. I turned around and apologized right away, and she was very forgiving. It ended my O.A.R. crowd dancing career for awhile. Don't worry though; I wasn't deterred for long. A little later I was able to find a song that was worthy of a little polka--much safer for me!

I Can't...

On a morning radio show, I heard a little segment on things that everyone else can do, but you can't. People called in with talents like rolling your tongue or driving a stick shift.
I decided that mine is being able to shake my shoulders (in dancer-like fashion) without simultaneously shaking my ass. I just can't do it. I look like a dog shaking water out of its coat. Sadly I've always wanted to be a dancer too.
On a related note, the radio hosts discussed the fact that it is impossible to lick your elbow. And, yes, I tried while sitting at a stoplight.

Egger Suit

P&AF and I were walking back from going out for pizza the other night. We were walking down a main road near my apartment. It has three lanes going each way, a speed limit of 45 mph, lots of lights, and is relatively busy when you get closer to the strip. As we were walking, a little silver car drove by, and they threw something out the window at us. We didn't get hit, and we didn't actually see what was thrown. I was quite displeased. Why would someone want to throw things out the window at us? I guess it could be worse... As we continued to walk, we met up with a large, well-dressed man who approached us when he got near.
WDM: "Excuse me, can I ask you something?"
Me and P&AF: "Sure. What's up?"
WDM: "Did someone just throw eggs at you guys?"
P&AF: "Yeah, actually they did. I think it was kids."
WDM: "Yeah, well they got me."
(WDM pulls the side of his shirt and pants out for better viewing.)
Me: "Ugh-That sucks."
WDM: "Yeah, did you guys happen to see their license plate or anything?"
P&AF: "No, man, sorry."
Me: "We didn't turn around soon enough."
The man seemed fairly dejected and we each continued on our separate ways at that point. I remember people egging houses when I was growing up, but egging people? I'm not really a fan of either practice, but it just seems really rude to go for people. I would have been very sad had I gotten hit by the eggs. And my clothes weren't half as nice as WDM.

At Bill's

P&AF's car battery died yesterday. I heard this is a common occurrence in the desert. I guess the heat stresses the batteries out or something. The car is still under warranty, but it sure has been a pain to get the stupid battery replaced. The tow truck from roadside assistance was given the wrong address to start. Then the service department was a mess. To borrow a term from B, (though I don't like to swear in the blog) it was a clusterf*ck. Or catastrof*ck (borrowed from Jon Stewart,) if you prefer. The service representative appeared to have the thinking capacity of a cockroach. He refused to do anything about looking at the car yesterday, and he also would not authorize a rental. He wouldn't even make an appointment for today. I'm honestly not really sure what the point of his job was. It was just a battery for gosh sakes! His high intelligence is illustrated in this example.
SF(You can guess what that stands for): "You see, our technicians put in long days. They work twelve hour days. They are here from 8AM until 5PM every day."
Now, why the special service manual from the dealership lists that their service department is open from 7AM-7PM Monday through Friday, I'll never know. Even SF made sure to remind us every 5 minutes that he was off at 6:00PM, errr...5:30PM. Anyway, they promised that the car would be ready today at 5PM, so that is where we're headed. I'm still skeptical. They also promised that the "Quick Lube" department would be able to take the car at 1:30 PM today. That didn't so much happen, and the car wasn't even seen until 3PM.
There were many other angry customers sitting around the service department yesterday too--my favorite comment was, "I hate this f*cking place. Are you guys getting the royal screw too?"
I'm going to stay away from Bill's in the future.