Waiting in line
It's so good to be back in the blogging world. I miss it so much. Not a day goes by that I don't have an experience I'm dying to log on my websites. It's just that being a grown-up sucks all the energy out of you and robs you a little of what you enjoy. I have sooo many stories I want to share with you, there just hasn't been the time. So many things have happened to me since I last wrote.
BUT, I would like to start off my "season-premiere" story, if you will, with a little tribute to all the pychoes that have to buy like five different lottery tickets slash quicksteps slash tx two-step slash pick threes at a convenient store at 6:50am in the morning. Mother! You have a got issues if you are gambling that EARLY in the morning.
I was already running late to work, and I thought I would stop and get a snack for the day like I always do. As I grabbed my last snack from the candy aisle my eyes met up with a gentlemen on the opposite side of the store from where I was standing, but equidistant from the cashier's desk. Covertly, we both started towards the front. Not long into our stroll to the front counter we decided to lay aside our composure and just race. Needless to say he beat me, (dang pumps!), and also decided to purchase every gambling scratch-off ticket possible. Would should have been a quick stop was a 15 minute break. I made it to work on time (counting the 7 minute grace period of course). Yay for me. I always have a way of pushing the limits, but for some reason I seem to pull through. It's a gift, I know.
BUT, I would like to start off my "season-premiere" story, if you will, with a little tribute to all the pychoes that have to buy like five different lottery tickets slash quicksteps slash tx two-step slash pick threes at a convenient store at 6:50am in the morning. Mother! You have a got issues if you are gambling that EARLY in the morning.
I was already running late to work, and I thought I would stop and get a snack for the day like I always do. As I grabbed my last snack from the candy aisle my eyes met up with a gentlemen on the opposite side of the store from where I was standing, but equidistant from the cashier's desk. Covertly, we both started towards the front. Not long into our stroll to the front counter we decided to lay aside our composure and just race. Needless to say he beat me, (dang pumps!), and also decided to purchase every gambling scratch-off ticket possible. Would should have been a quick stop was a 15 minute break. I made it to work on time (counting the 7 minute grace period of course). Yay for me. I always have a way of pushing the limits, but for some reason I seem to pull through. It's a gift, I know.
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