Not so funny things
Things that either piss me off or are amusing, or both at the same damn time:
-My brother going so Emo I don't even recognize him. Look--> his pic says, "Heartache at every moment." http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=11036142&Mytoken=B329219D-871C-9E00-8743D94C42A467E258103857
-My brother having the same haircut as his GIRLFRIEND. I've heard about couples looking alike, but don't you think this is taking it a little far?? This is the girlfriend: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=25419289&Mytoken=bb481242-9d41-43f9-bc01-eea7c3858da3
-Not only did my dad marry a woman who is 5 years younger than my sister, he didn't even remamber to say thank you for her when he was listing people he was thankful for during the Thanksgiving blessing. He listed my sister, me, my brother, but not her nor her family. Dumbass.
-Calling Taco Bell to complain about lousy service. My uncle and I went through the drive through today and my uncle asked the lady to put a tag on the Taco Supreme Taco for my grandma. This is because my grandma is intense and gets upset when things aren't organized. The drive through lady was like, "We don't have tags here." My uncle was like, "They put a tag on it last time." She was like, "I have no idea what you're talking about because we don't have tags." He was like, "Well put it in a separate bag then." She said, "Why should I do that? It comes in a wrapper that says SUPREME on it." My uncle said, "Just put it in a bag." Then he asked her to repeat the order back to us and she made this big dramatic sigh, then said it so fast that we couldn't even understand her. But, not wanting to piss he off more, we just drove on to the pick up window. There, she handed us our bag and we drove off. Low and behold, all the damn tacos were wrapped in supreme wrappers and we had to open every one to find my grandma's taco. So, when we got home, I called and complained because I was so pissed off that that lady would be all holier than thou to customers when she works at a fucking TACO BELL. You can't think you're super badass when you work at a FAST FOOD restaurant. So we got a five dollar credit and, by God, my uncle better use it.
-Asher going so completely crazy over donuts on the car ride home that she was willing to ride with her front legs on the floor and her back legs on the seat for three hours, just so she could lay her head on the box. And yes, I may be the only person who would call Taco Bell to complain, but their number was right there on the receipt and it made my grandma happy.
-The dogs eating my glasses. After three days of looking off and on inside the house, Les went outside on a whim to look for my glasses. The dogs had stolen them and taken them outside somehow without my noticing. They now have a big scratch on the right lens, but are otherwise usable. Stupid dogs.
-Grandparents eating dog food. I saved a bag of Thanksgiving scraps for my dogs. Some pieces were off of plates, some straight out of the garbage where thoughtles people had thrown them away, some were pieces of meat my dad just didn't have room to fit in the fridge. I also saved some dressing and rolls, mostly that I scraped off of people's plates before I rinsed them. My grandma, grandpa, and uncle accidentally ate those scraps because my grandpa didn't realize that the bag was for the dogs. I went looking for the scraps and asked him what happened to the bag of scraps with the rolls in it and he said they ate them. My uncle's comment was, "No wonder Grandma said dinner was lousy." Oh if they only knew how lousy it was...
-Drivers going 70 mph on the pass, in the snow and ice, passing 4 cars in a row on a blind corner.
-Les running over a rock the size of a basketball on the pass, right before Silent Rock. Now his alignment is off about 30 degrees.
-The damn highway patrol cop that I talked to about the rock being COMPLETELY retarded. I don't think she had ever driven over the pass to Bend. She was all pissy and interrupted every other word I said to say something stupid. She said, "How big a rock are we talking about?" I said, "It was about 10 inches high." She said, "Ten inches...? Like what..." I said, "Like TEN inches." She said, "You mean like the size of a basketball or like a soccer ball." In my head, I had to think about which was closer to 10 inches. "A basketball," I said. But inside, I was thinking, why the fuck can't you just take 10 inches as the damn size of it. Ten inches is more specific than the size of basketball. Plus, I had no idea how wide it was! So then she kept bugging me to tell her what mile post we were at and I said, "I don't know." And she said, "Well are you still moving?" And I said, "Yes." She said, "Then why can't you tell me what mile post you'r at?!?!?!??!?!" And I said, "Because I haven't seen one in a while!!!!!!" And she said, "Well keep looking!" And I said, "I am, I'll see one in another mile!!!!!!! It's really foggy up here and the cars are going really slowly!" She said, "Well I need a mile post." I said, "Fine! I'm looking!" I seriously wanted to be like, "Look you fucking neurotic bitch, tax payers pay your salary and they sure would be pissed as hell that a moron like your self is on the police force. So you better take that high and mighty attitude of yours and shove it." But I bit my tongue so that she would send some lame ass cop to pick up the rock that was apparently part of a slide that had already caused 3 accidents. There were car wrecks on either side of the road near the rock, that's why we didn't see it.
-My brother going so Emo I don't even recognize him. Look--> his pic says, "Heartache at every moment." http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=11036142&Mytoken=B329219D-871C-9E00-8743D94C42A467E258103857
-My brother having the same haircut as his GIRLFRIEND. I've heard about couples looking alike, but don't you think this is taking it a little far?? This is the girlfriend: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=25419289&Mytoken=bb481242-9d41-43f9-bc01-eea7c3858da3
-Not only did my dad marry a woman who is 5 years younger than my sister, he didn't even remamber to say thank you for her when he was listing people he was thankful for during the Thanksgiving blessing. He listed my sister, me, my brother, but not her nor her family. Dumbass.
-Calling Taco Bell to complain about lousy service. My uncle and I went through the drive through today and my uncle asked the lady to put a tag on the Taco Supreme Taco for my grandma. This is because my grandma is intense and gets upset when things aren't organized. The drive through lady was like, "We don't have tags here." My uncle was like, "They put a tag on it last time." She was like, "I have no idea what you're talking about because we don't have tags." He was like, "Well put it in a separate bag then." She said, "Why should I do that? It comes in a wrapper that says SUPREME on it." My uncle said, "Just put it in a bag." Then he asked her to repeat the order back to us and she made this big dramatic sigh, then said it so fast that we couldn't even understand her. But, not wanting to piss he off more, we just drove on to the pick up window. There, she handed us our bag and we drove off. Low and behold, all the damn tacos were wrapped in supreme wrappers and we had to open every one to find my grandma's taco. So, when we got home, I called and complained because I was so pissed off that that lady would be all holier than thou to customers when she works at a fucking TACO BELL. You can't think you're super badass when you work at a FAST FOOD restaurant. So we got a five dollar credit and, by God, my uncle better use it.
-Asher going so completely crazy over donuts on the car ride home that she was willing to ride with her front legs on the floor and her back legs on the seat for three hours, just so she could lay her head on the box. And yes, I may be the only person who would call Taco Bell to complain, but their number was right there on the receipt and it made my grandma happy.
-The dogs eating my glasses. After three days of looking off and on inside the house, Les went outside on a whim to look for my glasses. The dogs had stolen them and taken them outside somehow without my noticing. They now have a big scratch on the right lens, but are otherwise usable. Stupid dogs.
-Grandparents eating dog food. I saved a bag of Thanksgiving scraps for my dogs. Some pieces were off of plates, some straight out of the garbage where thoughtles people had thrown them away, some were pieces of meat my dad just didn't have room to fit in the fridge. I also saved some dressing and rolls, mostly that I scraped off of people's plates before I rinsed them. My grandma, grandpa, and uncle accidentally ate those scraps because my grandpa didn't realize that the bag was for the dogs. I went looking for the scraps and asked him what happened to the bag of scraps with the rolls in it and he said they ate them. My uncle's comment was, "No wonder Grandma said dinner was lousy." Oh if they only knew how lousy it was...
-Drivers going 70 mph on the pass, in the snow and ice, passing 4 cars in a row on a blind corner.
-Les running over a rock the size of a basketball on the pass, right before Silent Rock. Now his alignment is off about 30 degrees.
-The damn highway patrol cop that I talked to about the rock being COMPLETELY retarded. I don't think she had ever driven over the pass to Bend. She was all pissy and interrupted every other word I said to say something stupid. She said, "How big a rock are we talking about?" I said, "It was about 10 inches high." She said, "Ten inches...? Like what..." I said, "Like TEN inches." She said, "You mean like the size of a basketball or like a soccer ball." In my head, I had to think about which was closer to 10 inches. "A basketball," I said. But inside, I was thinking, why the fuck can't you just take 10 inches as the damn size of it. Ten inches is more specific than the size of basketball. Plus, I had no idea how wide it was! So then she kept bugging me to tell her what mile post we were at and I said, "I don't know." And she said, "Well are you still moving?" And I said, "Yes." She said, "Then why can't you tell me what mile post you'r at?!?!?!??!?!" And I said, "Because I haven't seen one in a while!!!!!!" And she said, "Well keep looking!" And I said, "I am, I'll see one in another mile!!!!!!! It's really foggy up here and the cars are going really slowly!" She said, "Well I need a mile post." I said, "Fine! I'm looking!" I seriously wanted to be like, "Look you fucking neurotic bitch, tax payers pay your salary and they sure would be pissed as hell that a moron like your self is on the police force. So you better take that high and mighty attitude of yours and shove it." But I bit my tongue so that she would send some lame ass cop to pick up the rock that was apparently part of a slide that had already caused 3 accidents. There were car wrecks on either side of the road near the rock, that's why we didn't see it.