Friday, November 18, 2005

92 cents and a biscuit

Since when did Denny's become the hopping new sit down eatery. I was in the midst of furniture delivery men, movers and rental furniture picker-uppers yesterday, but I have to admit it...I was seriously craving a "Moons Over My Hammy." Don't laugh! You all know you love that sandwich. Kind of like Dougie-Fresh in this photograph.



Anyway, I followed a pair of carpet munchers into the Denny's assuming one of our groups would be greeted and invited to sit down. Not so, that damn Denny's was so busy! The hostess was making the coffee, frying the bacon and serving the tater tots. After five minutes of torture I had to leave. The movers were showing up in a matter of minutes and I could not be late.

I opted for Taco Bell. In this case, it was a Taco Bell/KFC. I paid for my items, was given 14 dollars in bills, but the young man behind the counter asked me to wait as he got some quarters out of the back to return the 92 cents he owed me. I was in a rush and therefore simply asked him to add on one of those buttery biscuits that I had been secretly devouring in my mind the moment I walked through the door. He obliged but then proceeded to ask me for a dollar to pay him the 59 cents that the biscuit would cost me. I kindly looked at the 16 year old ginger kid and explained to him that he was in the hole to me 92 cents and he could just take that out of what he owed. He looked perplex, started pushing buttons on that machine that we all know resembles a playtime cash machine, and asked if I could wait a few seconds. He returned from what I am calling a "Pow-wow with the shift manager" and gave me 33 cents.

I know working fast food is hard. I worked at Taco Bell for a day once. And my shift manager made me believe that making a taco is like numbchucking your way through the Great Wall. But, seriously folks...it's basic addition and subtraction. Don't you think the kids at the Taco Bell should at least be screened for that skill if they are going to be taking our money?

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Who said you were a model?

A couple times in my life, people have said, "you should be a model!" Normally they say it in an exciting way that makes me believe it. I never heard anyone say, "You shouldn't be a model!" Tonight, I think I have proven those kind-hearted individuals, who made me feel so stylish and handsome, entirely wrong. I got home after a great new haircut, feeling, well...handsome and stylish!

I thought it might be fun, while the hubby was away, to take some snap shots and get all cool looking. I guess I understand why modeling shoots can take like entire days. Coz some shoots just aren't up to par. Please observe as I ask the question of myself, "Who said you were a model?"


In my defense, there really was one shot that looked semi decent. But, I promise...this was a one in a hundred shot.


In conclusion, I think it's important to say what we all know in our hearts. Everyone of us is beautiful. We each have our own special style and look that is flawless. We all need to take a look at that beauty more often and thank god for it. So, if there are any poor quality shots like the first I demonstrated, know in our hearts, it's not the model, but the photographer! Now, in my case that was me, putting me in a bit of a pickle.

Friday, November 04, 2005

And the Leash...