Rampant Silliness
pillagedpenguin will probably say something about this too, but it's funny enough to hear more than once. Last night the two of had dinner at MacAllister's (I love their bread bowls) and then went to Hobby Lobby. I had so much fun. It was great to see her again. Then for dessert we went to Cold Stone and she had some concoction with more chocolate than should be legal and I mixed cherries and graham crackers in their cake batter ice cream.
We finished up by my getting gas on the way home. I'm standing there with the nozzle in my car watching the blinking lights and waiting for The Voice to tell me to proceed. It takes forever so I'm standing there fruitlessly pushing the button over and over. (Because it's like the elevator. If you keep pushing it it'll get there faster.) Liz says, "Pump 2, you're set to fill." And was promptly echoed by the masculine voice coming through the speaker, "Pump 2, you're set to fill." The lights keep blinking and I'm not getting any gas. I'm starting to get worried I'll never get gas. I kind of look up forlornly in the general direction of the speaker and say in a teeny tiny lost little girl voice, "Um, I'm not set to fill, if anyone can hear me." (Or something quite close to this.) And this bored voice comes over, "Yeah, we can hear you." Which promptly caused us to collapse in giggles. The guy came out and fixed the pump and I got gas and took Liz home. But it was certainly a memorable event. :-D
In other news, I get to keep my job until I leave for grad school! Yay for getting paid!
We finished up by my getting gas on the way home. I'm standing there with the nozzle in my car watching the blinking lights and waiting for The Voice to tell me to proceed. It takes forever so I'm standing there fruitlessly pushing the button over and over. (Because it's like the elevator. If you keep pushing it it'll get there faster.) Liz says, "Pump 2, you're set to fill." And was promptly echoed by the masculine voice coming through the speaker, "Pump 2, you're set to fill." The lights keep blinking and I'm not getting any gas. I'm starting to get worried I'll never get gas. I kind of look up forlornly in the general direction of the speaker and say in a teeny tiny lost little girl voice, "Um, I'm not set to fill, if anyone can hear me." (Or something quite close to this.) And this bored voice comes over, "Yeah, we can hear you." Which promptly caused us to collapse in giggles. The guy came out and fixed the pump and I got gas and took Liz home. But it was certainly a memorable event. :-D
In other news, I get to keep my job until I leave for grad school! Yay for getting paid!