We went camping at Mount Charleston this weekend. It did not go eactly as planned---or maybe we just didn't do as much planning as necessary.
Reasons...
10. No mustard for the hot dogs.
9. Stale marshmallows.
8. Nothing to retrieve the can of beans from the fire.
7. No flashlight.
6. No ketchup for the hot dogs.
5. No iPod, but an iPod docking station and batteries.
4. The wind tries to blow the tent away during the night. It is not successful, but it does blow cold wind through the tent all night. It also prevents sleep of any kind.
3. The wind successfully blows the sleeping bag cover away during the night.
2. One pillow. Two people.
1. Two left hiking shoes. No right hiking shoes. Resulting in me wearing one left hiking shoe and one flip flop with a sock for the entirety of the night. Hiking the next day did not happen.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Boiling At The Supermarket
We went grocery shopping a couple weeks ago, and everything was fine until we got to the checkout. It was pretty late, so the store wasn't very busy.
I pulled a cart up to an empty lane, a visibly full cart I should say. The cashier looked at me and said, "Are you express, because this is only express?" I was immediately a little peeved at her question, because I was obviously not express. She could have nicely informed me that her lane was the 12 items or less line. Or she could have just checked out my stuff anyway; there wasn't anybody in the store. I told her that I wasn't express anyway, and mentioned something about the sign being small. (Really...I seriously did not even see it until I was up on it.) And I proceeded to pull my cart over to the self-check lanes.
When I got over to the self-check lanes, much to my dismay, the cashier had rotated positions. She was now the person overlooking all the self-check lanes.
We had refilled our water cooler bottle in the store, and she proceeded to walk up to give us the code for water. She said that the code was (what sounded like)
60-568. I thought that was a little weird, since most of them are four number codes, but I punched it in just the same. Of course, it did not work. So she basically hip-checked me out of the way and began typing in numbers herself. After that, she proceeded to go write the code on the cap to our water bottle so that we would have it next time we were there. So, I guess in her mind it is fine to just go writing on other people's stuff without their permission?
Next we came to the mushrooms. She was not content to let us just self-check our groceries as we were fully capable of doing, and had to come over to give us the mushroom codes too. She told me, "4948." So I punched it in. And the screen came up with an error. She came barreling in front of the scanner once more to correct me. Except that this time, I had punched it in correctly. So she entered 4948 too, and the error came up again. So then she had to go back to look up the code for mushrooms, which we easily could have accomplished on our own 3 minutes before.
For the final kicker, the machine malfunctioned when we scanned our milk. I had selected the option that I didn't want to bag it, and the computer got all confused. She asked what we didn't bag, and we replied that it was the milk. As it turned out, our response just wasn't good enough. She had to come over and inspect our cart, asking if we had really had "only one gallon of milk." Right. We're paying $100 for groceries, but we're just going to try to thieve and extra gallon of milk. Seems like a great scheme.
I pulled a cart up to an empty lane, a visibly full cart I should say. The cashier looked at me and said, "Are you express, because this is only express?" I was immediately a little peeved at her question, because I was obviously not express. She could have nicely informed me that her lane was the 12 items or less line. Or she could have just checked out my stuff anyway; there wasn't anybody in the store. I told her that I wasn't express anyway, and mentioned something about the sign being small. (Really...I seriously did not even see it until I was up on it.) And I proceeded to pull my cart over to the self-check lanes.
When I got over to the self-check lanes, much to my dismay, the cashier had rotated positions. She was now the person overlooking all the self-check lanes.
We had refilled our water cooler bottle in the store, and she proceeded to walk up to give us the code for water. She said that the code was (what sounded like)
60-568. I thought that was a little weird, since most of them are four number codes, but I punched it in just the same. Of course, it did not work. So she basically hip-checked me out of the way and began typing in numbers herself. After that, she proceeded to go write the code on the cap to our water bottle so that we would have it next time we were there. So, I guess in her mind it is fine to just go writing on other people's stuff without their permission?
Next we came to the mushrooms. She was not content to let us just self-check our groceries as we were fully capable of doing, and had to come over to give us the mushroom codes too. She told me, "4948." So I punched it in. And the screen came up with an error. She came barreling in front of the scanner once more to correct me. Except that this time, I had punched it in correctly. So she entered 4948 too, and the error came up again. So then she had to go back to look up the code for mushrooms, which we easily could have accomplished on our own 3 minutes before.
For the final kicker, the machine malfunctioned when we scanned our milk. I had selected the option that I didn't want to bag it, and the computer got all confused. She asked what we didn't bag, and we replied that it was the milk. As it turned out, our response just wasn't good enough. She had to come over and inspect our cart, asking if we had really had "only one gallon of milk." Right. We're paying $100 for groceries, but we're just going to try to thieve and extra gallon of milk. Seems like a great scheme.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Side Effects?
While watching the football game tonight, a commercial for Cialis came on. The commercial advised those taking the drug against alcohol consumption.
P&AF: "Why can't you drink alcohol when you're taking Cialis?"
M: "I don't know. Alcohol is a vasodilator, right? So that would lower your blood pressure. And the Cialis already lowered your blood pressure to everything but your weiner, so maybe it would make the blood pressure too low."
P&AF: "Oh. I was thinking whiskey dick. It would cancel out the effect of the drug."
Hmmmm...another possibility.
P&AF: "Why can't you drink alcohol when you're taking Cialis?"
M: "I don't know. Alcohol is a vasodilator, right? So that would lower your blood pressure. And the Cialis already lowered your blood pressure to everything but your weiner, so maybe it would make the blood pressure too low."
P&AF: "Oh. I was thinking whiskey dick. It would cancel out the effect of the drug."
Hmmmm...another possibility.
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