I think that this is where all kinds of stuff goes.
A pal of mine sent me a link to this – and it is nifty.
Go forth and watch!
I totally lost my business yesterday while on a “fountain dew” run. That term is clearly just cool-speak for a Mountain Dew from the fountain run – and everyone on the planet knows that there is nothing more satisfying than when you can have your favorite frosty beverage perfectly mixed from the nozzle of the magic machine (where all good things come from).
As I walked into the store – I ran straight to the fountain – where I tested out the product to make sure that it was pure, sweet and well-mixed (which it was) and then I was overtaken by an overpowering need to have a bag of chips to go along with the drink – so I picked up a bag of jalapeno chips. Now that should have been plenty to hold me over – but while going to the register to pay – the design of the store conveniently ushered me past the candy aisle – where I was tripped up by the thought that it had been awhile since I had bought any sweet treats. I lost all self control and bought a bag if Peanut M&M’s and a bag of Swedish Fish.
What had started off as a quick trip to quench my thirst had exploded into a full on sugar frenzy. I then went back to my desk and started down the not too long path to a sugar induced headache/stomach ache of mythical proportions.
A big night was had by all.
Maybe you are asking why I am just now breaking this incredibly fast paced and nail biting story on you now . . . well – that is because I was just this weekend able to use my gift card to procure my copy of the oft sold out exercise game in a box and scoot along home with it. The absolute best part of the entire thing came – not when I told them that the credit came from me returning GTA4 to purchase this game – because I didn’t – because that would have crossed a line (that I tend to see far too often from the wrong side) and been lame – but – it actually happened when while going to my car to drop the box off. I was in front of one of those nifty new tasty burrito places (that is named after a pepper) and this tiny child (who was walking with his mother) stopped me, pointed and screamed (in only the way that a near hyperventilating from over-excitement child can) that “That man has a yoga Wii!” I was horrified by the immediate influx of attention – and the mother had moved about ten feet away from the conversation (the confrontation) and was about to run for the nearest shadow – when he screamed again “A yoga Wii! My Mom is a yoga instructor . . .” I locked eyes with the too far away mother and gave her the best “help me” look that I could muster – while he continued with “and she wants a yoga Wii and she doesn’t even have a Wii.”
There was a moment of silence – which I took for my chance to leave. The whole front of the restaurant – which was filled to capacity with lunchtime patrons were all staring at the unfolding events and then the child went into an odd mantra where he just kept mumbling things about the “yoga Wii.” With each utterance of the phrase I would shift the box – which I was at this point holding behind my back – from side to side. After I had reached my limit for being humiliated by a five year old – I gave him a pained smile and an “Okay then” before tripping away to the safety of the Jetta – his shrill voice trailing me the whole way.
A couple of days in – my little bird and I have set our profiles up and made some goals and have both gotten to work on hula-hooping our way to some serious fitness. The best part – for me – is that the only thing that I have to worry about driving over is all of the bad health that I have . . . .
Oh – never mind – you get the point.
See you on the slopes!