I have more proof that I am married to just the right person. I got home last night after being away all day and there were two sticks from corn dogs on a plate on the kitchen counter. That was exactly what I had for lunch as well in far away Stinnett, and we rarely ever eat corn dogs. Of course I suffered the indignity of no mustard - I have never heard of a convenience store running out of mustard before.
Gas - they also couldn't pump any gas or take a credit card while I was there because their system was messed up. So the elderly man in line in front of me had quite a shock when he had to pay for his three packs of menthol Marlboros with the better part of a twenty. At least they had an adding machine, a notebook, and a supervisor to tell them how to do the math.
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