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Below you will find my weblog, or just blog. The name may not strike you right away, but you'll get it after I ask you one question: How many letters are there in the alphabet?

I use these twenty−six letters to share moments I experience, thoughts I come upon or ideas I have that I don't feel like keeping to myself. Writing them gives me the ability to share with you.

Maybe you'll laugh, maybe you'll swallow hard, maybe you will learn something about me that you didn't previous know, or maybe you'll relate the words below to something in your own experiences. You may even know the subjects I allude to between the paragraph tags.

So much that I will often write without proofing. If I offend you, it is nothing personal, simply my opinion. I'll complain about things that bother me, things I find offensive and just random thoughts I hold onto long enought to transfer to my blog.

The only thing you need know is that I love to write.


Seniõr Sprite

[Business-related] road trip! / :(

During our three-hour route to Brownwood, TX, my superior and I stopped at McDonald’s to have lunch. Under normal conditions, fast food is never a consideration; on the way to Brownwood, it’s the only consideration.

Tangent: Surprisingly, I enjoyed the burger. Not surprisingly, I didn’t eat many fries or touch the handle exiting the bathroom.

Leaving, I refilled my Sprite. My boss left with what remained in his.

INTERIOR: BOSS’ CAR EARLY AFTERNOON

ROSS places his lidded cup next to his manager’s open cup in the center console.

The danger doesn’t exist in having the two Sprites (not to be confused with small winged fairies) that close to each other. The danger exists because the seniõr driving is not a citizen of Mexico, but a citizen of the senior community.

He may have saved 50% on the price of his Sprite, but if he forgets (as seniors tend to do) that his container is lidless, then I get senior spit on 50% of my straw.

It happened the other day at lunch. He was was across from me and decided to drink from both glasses in front of him. One being my water glass. Yet, he still proclaims “I don’t need glasses” (the optical ones).

He now has two – obviously a false proclimation.

I really hope he keeps his eyes on the road and his mouth off my drink. To be continued…

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