POST THREE
Maybe I shouldn't have made that joke, because it was three and a half hours later before we hit the road again. At this point, I should mention that because I put in for my vacation time somewhat suddenly, I wasn't due to receive my vacation pay until this week. Normally, I would've received it last week which was when I actually did receive it. Lucky for us, because without it, we would've been screwed.
While we were waiting, we went shopping for a few items: some bath items, an 82 cent Hot Wheels car that E wanted, as well as new wiper blades. All these we held onto while we were walking about the store. We got sick of that, so we decided to pop a squat in the waiting area of the auto part of Wally World. She and I made no secret about our disgust and sarcasm about the service. We were -- well, I was -- pretty loud, too.
Eventually, I channeled my bitterness to making comments about random passers-by and the TV infomercial that was on hocking an 8 CD set of 60s and 70s soft-pop music. There was no end to the double entendre you could insert in those songs, especially when you're tired and stressed past the point of giving a $hit about keeping even a modicum of social decorum.
Finally, the tires get changed and we get the f**k out of there as fast as we could. Actually, what we did was change the wiper blades ourselves and left the old blades sitting out there somewhere. I wanted to leave all our trash out there, but E wouldn't have it. Oh well.
Maybe I shouldn't have made that joke, because it was three and a half hours later before we hit the road again. At this point, I should mention that because I put in for my vacation time somewhat suddenly, I wasn't due to receive my vacation pay until this week. Normally, I would've received it last week which was when I actually did receive it. Lucky for us, because without it, we would've been screwed.
While we were waiting, we went shopping for a few items: some bath items, an 82 cent Hot Wheels car that E wanted, as well as new wiper blades. All these we held onto while we were walking about the store. We got sick of that, so we decided to pop a squat in the waiting area of the auto part of Wally World. She and I made no secret about our disgust and sarcasm about the service. We were -- well, I was -- pretty loud, too.
Eventually, I channeled my bitterness to making comments about random passers-by and the TV infomercial that was on hocking an 8 CD set of 60s and 70s soft-pop music. There was no end to the double entendre you could insert in those songs, especially when you're tired and stressed past the point of giving a $hit about keeping even a modicum of social decorum.
Finally, the tires get changed and we get the f**k out of there as fast as we could. Actually, what we did was change the wiper blades ourselves and left the old blades sitting out there somewhere. I wanted to leave all our trash out there, but E wouldn't have it. Oh well.
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