Big Stick

What's that they say about carrying a big stick? Oh yeah...walk softly. I guess no one ever explained that to my darling husband. Scott figured the best way to get our Christmas tree to the dumpster would be to grab it by the top and drag it. The tree wasn't that heavy, so it wasn't a bad plan...except for the part where we live on the third floor of our building. I was locking up when I heard the familiar bangbangbangbang of Scott "walking softly" down the stairs with the tree. (Keep in mind, when we were disposing of an old couch, we just gave it a good shove and watched it go...we're pro's at making a minimal effort!) When he got to the the landing, I heard him say "sorry" rather sheepishly. I thought he had thrown a dead pine tree on one of our neighbors! It turns out she had heard the commotion and thought someone had fallen down the steps. Now she just thinks we're awful neighbors - an opinion that's not likely to change when she sees the trail of pine needles leading from our front door all the way to the dumpster 3 buildings away! lol

(correction: Scott took the broom and swept the pine needles... away from our front door. I guess he figures this will make it impossible to prove who blanketed half the building with needles!)

The other fun part of our day was our trip to a popular fast food chain for dinner. We pulled into the drive-thru at the Burrito Gong/Short John Gold's and started a 45 minute ordeal... all to get some fried fish and a burrito! Here's the short version: it took 10 minutes to get to the order box, another 15 minutes to get from the order box to the window, another 30 seconds to realize that they had screwed up Scott's part of our order (my burrito & mexican pizza were just fine), and 25 minutes to park, wait in line INSIDE, tell the guy that our order was messed up, tell his 19-year-old manager that our order was messed up, watch everyone around us get our orders, get asked by the order filler why we were standing there, tell him our order was messed up and that we were waiting for the correct food, and watch the manager scramble around to make our food. We each actually ate a hush puppy while we were standing there waiting. We bonded with the other poor suckers who had made the same bad restaurant choice that we made. And we came out with a pant-load more food than we paid for. And once we got home, it was soooo tasty!

But really, we could have actually run to the border in the time it took to get our food! What a mess!