2 stories in a day, oh my!
Some stuff that happened to me today:
So today I decided that I wanted to go see "The Sentinel", I mean come on, it has Jack Bauer in it, how can it be bad? I leave for the movie, buy my ticket, flirt with the ticket lady (of course!), get my ticket ripped then start to head off to the theater.
TicketBitch "Sir, Sir, can I see some ID please?"
Me "You're shitting me right?"
TicketBitch "Sir, I need to see some ID."
Me "Whoa, you're actually being fucking serious?"
TicketBitch "Don't take that tone with me sir or I'll have you escorted out."
Me "This is a PG-13 movie. Let me say that again. P.G.-.1.3. What 12 year old do you know with a god damned beard woman?"
TicketBitch is silent. I show her my license.
TicketBitch "Thank you sir, please enjoy the show"
Me "...wow..."
The movie was good, Jack Bauer shot some people, good stuff. Twist was easy to see though. On my ride back home, my tummy grumbles and says "I need fuel!!", so I decide to stop at Papa Ginos to appease my tummy. Here is the play by play:
6:45: I pull into the Papa Ginos parking lot and park.
6:46: I let the song finish, because come on, who doesnt like In Flames.
6:48: I place my order. Meal Deal #2, 3 minutes gauranteed. Greasy goodness. I take my number and wait.
6:51: No pizza
6:53: No pizza. I start to get angry. It said 3 minutes gauranteed. What. The. Fuck.
6:55: Still no pizza. I start to get very mad, and sip on my Dr. Pepper.
6:58: No pizza. Ill give them 5 more minutes.
7:03: I go up to the cahsier:
Me "Excuse me ma'am, I've been waiting for my pizza for 15minutes, and the sign there says 3 minutes gauranteed. Now I was wondering, what do I get out of this now that you have voided this gaurantee. A free slice of pizza, a t-shirt, what?"
CashLady "Umm....nothing." I guess she doesn't understand sarcasm. Bitch.
I take a deep breath, and pause. No blowing up Phil.
Me "So whats the point of that gaurantee...?"
CashLady "I guess there is none."
Me "Get me my damned pizza."
7:04: I have my pizza, along with an apology from the manager.
Me "I'd rather have a t-shirt than an apology."
7:05: I have left Papa Ginos, vowing to never get food from this one again, 'less I be killed on entry.
7:13: I arrive at my house, take out my pizza and my drink. The drink falls to the ground and explodes all over my shoes.
7:14: I am cursing loudly at the Papa Ginos cup. I look for a small child to kill. There is none.
7:15: Fuming, I enter my house, wishing to inflict pain on something.
7:16: The pizza appeases my anger. Plus the 40's of Arizona Iced Tea in my fridge.
What a day.
So today I decided that I wanted to go see "The Sentinel", I mean come on, it has Jack Bauer in it, how can it be bad? I leave for the movie, buy my ticket, flirt with the ticket lady (of course!), get my ticket ripped then start to head off to the theater.
TicketBitch "Sir, Sir, can I see some ID please?"
Me "You're shitting me right?"
TicketBitch "Sir, I need to see some ID."
Me "Whoa, you're actually being fucking serious?"
TicketBitch "Don't take that tone with me sir or I'll have you escorted out."
Me "This is a PG-13 movie. Let me say that again. P.G.-.1.3. What 12 year old do you know with a god damned beard woman?"
TicketBitch is silent. I show her my license.
TicketBitch "Thank you sir, please enjoy the show"
Me "...wow..."
The movie was good, Jack Bauer shot some people, good stuff. Twist was easy to see though. On my ride back home, my tummy grumbles and says "I need fuel!!", so I decide to stop at Papa Ginos to appease my tummy. Here is the play by play:
6:45: I pull into the Papa Ginos parking lot and park.
6:46: I let the song finish, because come on, who doesnt like In Flames.
6:48: I place my order. Meal Deal #2, 3 minutes gauranteed. Greasy goodness. I take my number and wait.
6:51: No pizza
6:53: No pizza. I start to get angry. It said 3 minutes gauranteed. What. The. Fuck.
6:55: Still no pizza. I start to get very mad, and sip on my Dr. Pepper.
6:58: No pizza. Ill give them 5 more minutes.
7:03: I go up to the cahsier:
Me "Excuse me ma'am, I've been waiting for my pizza for 15minutes, and the sign there says 3 minutes gauranteed. Now I was wondering, what do I get out of this now that you have voided this gaurantee. A free slice of pizza, a t-shirt, what?"
CashLady "Umm....nothing." I guess she doesn't understand sarcasm. Bitch.
I take a deep breath, and pause. No blowing up Phil.
Me "So whats the point of that gaurantee...?"
CashLady "I guess there is none."
Me "Get me my damned pizza."
7:04: I have my pizza, along with an apology from the manager.
Me "I'd rather have a t-shirt than an apology."
7:05: I have left Papa Ginos, vowing to never get food from this one again, 'less I be killed on entry.
7:13: I arrive at my house, take out my pizza and my drink. The drink falls to the ground and explodes all over my shoes.
7:14: I am cursing loudly at the Papa Ginos cup. I look for a small child to kill. There is none.
7:15: Fuming, I enter my house, wishing to inflict pain on something.
7:16: The pizza appeases my anger. Plus the 40's of Arizona Iced Tea in my fridge.
What a day.