things i have learned
Last night, I was certain that the funniest thing about the state in which I arrived at the drive through at cookout burger was my clothes. Fur-collared coat, cowboy boots, pajama pants. Hey, it was cold, I was lazy, and I didn't have to get out of the car.
Turns out, the real source of hilarity for the ladies at the window was the 2 dollar bill that I paid with. I seriously thought they were going to give it back and tell me to pay with real money. The next step: amass enough $2 bills so that I can pay for my entire order with them.
On an unrelated note, it seems that plopping a baby in front of an audio visualizer running on the TV is a miracle cure for gas. Or, at very least, a miracle distraction. A mesmerized baby is almost infinitely preferable to an angry one.
Turns out, the real source of hilarity for the ladies at the window was the 2 dollar bill that I paid with. I seriously thought they were going to give it back and tell me to pay with real money. The next step: amass enough $2 bills so that I can pay for my entire order with them.
On an unrelated note, it seems that plopping a baby in front of an audio visualizer running on the TV is a miracle cure for gas. Or, at very least, a miracle distraction. A mesmerized baby is almost infinitely preferable to an angry one.