Not one of my finer moments, no...
So today is my mom's birthday. I waited until last night to go get her something because I had to wait for payday, plus I wanted to get her these really beautiful red & white tulips that I saw and I wanted to wait until the absolute last second so they wouldn't accidentally die in my apartment before today (that would be my luck). So after work last night, I moseyed on out to the Walmart down the road and grabbed the tulips and a yellow, pink & green Mylar balloon with "Happy Birthday" on it. It was the only balloon that wasn't half-deflated and looking pitiful, and she gets tired of having everything on her birthday be red and pink due to Valentine's Day. So I grabbed that one.
After a lengthy wait in line, I took the tulips and balloon out to my car, which involved me having to walk through the parking lot in a temperature of roughly five degrees Fahrenheit. When I got in my car, I noticed that the balloon had deflated to about half of what it was inside the store, and I flipped out. I was like "OMG, did I pop a hole in it?!?!?!" and was scrutinizing it to see if there was one somewhere. So I resigned myself to having to walk back in the store and say that it popped or something on the way out, and was digging for my receipt when suddenly my fifth-grade science class smacked me in the face and I remembered that the particles of gases don't move as much in cold temperatures, which would cause my HELIUM BALLOON to constrict.
Yeah. I felt like a tard. I'm really glad I didn't walk inside with it and ask that question. I would've been so embarrassed. -_- My science teachers are all rolling in their graves or twitching uncontrollably right now.
After a lengthy wait in line, I took the tulips and balloon out to my car, which involved me having to walk through the parking lot in a temperature of roughly five degrees Fahrenheit. When I got in my car, I noticed that the balloon had deflated to about half of what it was inside the store, and I flipped out. I was like "OMG, did I pop a hole in it?!?!?!" and was scrutinizing it to see if there was one somewhere. So I resigned myself to having to walk back in the store and say that it popped or something on the way out, and was digging for my receipt when suddenly my fifth-grade science class smacked me in the face and I remembered that the particles of gases don't move as much in cold temperatures, which would cause my HELIUM BALLOON to constrict.
Yeah. I felt like a tard. I'm really glad I didn't walk inside with it and ask that question. I would've been so embarrassed. -_- My science teachers are all rolling in their graves or twitching uncontrollably right now.