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All right, i now assume you've seen the film and have returned with a new found sense of joy in your life. That is the most beautifully animated movie, was it not?
Work was uneventful but tiring. Saw a new star today that I had never noticed in the morning sky before (no, it wasn't venus) and named it Rushmore. took a short nap after it. After I woke up i decided to call around to the area junk yards to find a used window. It will cost around 350 bucks to have a new one put in, and the idea of saving 275 dollars is, of course, quite appealing. After about 20 calls I find a junkyard that is both, open, and has said window.
I was quoted a price of 100 dollars. We agreed so I was off to Dallas Ga to pick it up. Well I got I20 and 120 confused and ended up all the way past Villa Rica. For the geographically challenged, I was basically 40 miles past where I should have been. So I call the somewhat angry redneck junkyard guy and explained. he told me to "get the lead out and hurry on up ya hear?" Soo i arrive at the junkyard and walk into what must have been a meeting on The Dallas Association of Inbred White Trash. They are proceed to glare at my as if I had just made a Dale Earnhart joke. The boss, ascending to this position due to his fact that he has people skills, namely the fact that he has almost HALF of his teeth, proceeds to inform me that the price is not 100 dollars, but 140. We debate the matter for several minutes as he drenches the 3 foot radius in front of himself with dark brown spittle from his chewing tobacco. Finally he relents and goes to send his "crew" to remove the window. Bubba, Bubba, And Bubba return shortly with my window. Oh what a beautiful sight, finally, warmth, solitude, dryness, the end of my patented drop-cloth and rock weather deterrent system.
Well this, my friends, is where gravity, my arch nemesis, rears it's ugly head. About 3 steps from me one of the Bubbas drops my precious window, shattering it into a million smaller, less precious versions of itself. Sigh. Then, the boss, obviously detached from reality, informs me that since his crew removed the window that I will still have to pay for it. Hrm. As my mind runs off a list of several hundred reasons why this is not my problem, I realize something... I still have the cash in my hand. SO I promptly thank them for their time, shove my cash into my pocket and head for deeper gene pools
After a lovely, but all too short, conversation with Natalie I head off to try and obtain presents and a digital camera for my trip to NC next week. While at Walmart I pick up a very nice camera after 30 minutes of trying to get someone to open the case for me. SO now I have the camera in my cart and am looking at other items, including a nice 50 dollar dvd/mp3 player. As I turn I notice a Walmart employee scurrying off with my camera. I give chase and find her ringing up what could only be described as a whale covered in a circus tent. Turns out said whale is the employee's sister, and "She been wanting dis camera for shit, months." Hrm. That of course, being the last camera, I was now left with no option but to inform the Ken, the way too chipper manager of my displeasure. Apparently my tone and volume were a little loud and abusive, because Ken decided that it would be best to appease me with a raincheck and a 25 dollar gift card.
I was now appeased, and rich. I scurried away from Ken and Shamu when the store announces that the dvd player I liked was now on sale for 25 dollars, but only for 10 minutes. panic descends upon the small pile of dvd players at my feet. I snatch one as quickly as possible and flee the melee that ensued. I decided to leave my cart and it's belongings in the chaos, and save myself.
So now I have no car window, and no camera, but a very nice free dvd player, and a long rambling journal entry.
All right, i now assume you've seen the film and have returned with a new found sense of joy in your life. That is the most beautifully animated movie, was it not?
Work was uneventful but tiring. Saw a new star today that I had never noticed in the morning sky before (no, it wasn't venus) and named it Rushmore. took a short nap after it. After I woke up i decided to call around to the area junk yards to find a used window. It will cost around 350 bucks to have a new one put in, and the idea of saving 275 dollars is, of course, quite appealing. After about 20 calls I find a junkyard that is both, open, and has said window.
I was quoted a price of 100 dollars. We agreed so I was off to Dallas Ga to pick it up. Well I got I20 and 120 confused and ended up all the way past Villa Rica. For the geographically challenged, I was basically 40 miles past where I should have been. So I call the somewhat angry redneck junkyard guy and explained. he told me to "get the lead out and hurry on up ya hear?" Soo i arrive at the junkyard and walk into what must have been a meeting on The Dallas Association of Inbred White Trash. They are proceed to glare at my as if I had just made a Dale Earnhart joke. The boss, ascending to this position due to his fact that he has people skills, namely the fact that he has almost HALF of his teeth, proceeds to inform me that the price is not 100 dollars, but 140. We debate the matter for several minutes as he drenches the 3 foot radius in front of himself with dark brown spittle from his chewing tobacco. Finally he relents and goes to send his "crew" to remove the window. Bubba, Bubba, And Bubba return shortly with my window. Oh what a beautiful sight, finally, warmth, solitude, dryness, the end of my patented drop-cloth and rock weather deterrent system.
Well this, my friends, is where gravity, my arch nemesis, rears it's ugly head. About 3 steps from me one of the Bubbas drops my precious window, shattering it into a million smaller, less precious versions of itself. Sigh. Then, the boss, obviously detached from reality, informs me that since his crew removed the window that I will still have to pay for it. Hrm. As my mind runs off a list of several hundred reasons why this is not my problem, I realize something... I still have the cash in my hand. SO I promptly thank them for their time, shove my cash into my pocket and head for deeper gene pools
After a lovely, but all too short, conversation with Natalie I head off to try and obtain presents and a digital camera for my trip to NC next week. While at Walmart I pick up a very nice camera after 30 minutes of trying to get someone to open the case for me. SO now I have the camera in my cart and am looking at other items, including a nice 50 dollar dvd/mp3 player. As I turn I notice a Walmart employee scurrying off with my camera. I give chase and find her ringing up what could only be described as a whale covered in a circus tent. Turns out said whale is the employee's sister, and "She been wanting dis camera for shit, months." Hrm. That of course, being the last camera, I was now left with no option but to inform the Ken, the way too chipper manager of my displeasure. Apparently my tone and volume were a little loud and abusive, because Ken decided that it would be best to appease me with a raincheck and a 25 dollar gift card.
I was now appeased, and rich. I scurried away from Ken and Shamu when the store announces that the dvd player I liked was now on sale for 25 dollars, but only for 10 minutes. panic descends upon the small pile of dvd players at my feet. I snatch one as quickly as possible and flee the melee that ensued. I decided to leave my cart and it's belongings in the chaos, and save myself.
So now I have no car window, and no camera, but a very nice free dvd player, and a long rambling journal entry.