Have you seen the gas prices lately? You must have. It’s insane. So Richard and I are trying to work it out so that we can commute together some days. Or most days. We could do it if we had too. Our places of employment are less than 5 miles apart. Our schedule are almost identical, other than that weird extra hour that they add on his closing shifts. We could probably commute everyday together saving like 200 a month in gas (or more if the prices keep rising). Imagine! The reason we don’t is that someone can’t leave work on time. So I would be like waiting around for who knows how long while Richard tries to get himself finished for the day. I understand. He has a lot going on at work, where for me it’s just a typical springtime in retail. Kinda even keel.

We are gonna try it this weekend. I’ll let you know how it goes. The last time we commuted together was when he was saving up for his new car and went car-less for a while. It was okay, although he tried to take the bus as much as possible as we tended to bicker on the ride over. Heh. Us bicker? Never…

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All I wanted was my dry cleaning. I was dropping off, as well as picking up. I go to the same place all the time. It’s handy. Right next to my grocery store. I think I need a new place… Anyway, so I walk in and one of the usual young gals greets me. Not the pretty one, but the other one. So she steps over to the counter and starts to like process my transaction. How many, laundry or dry clean, etc. All pretty normal. But then she suddenly looked a bit pained and hammered at her chest. “Excuse me! I am not used to drinking Sprite.” Okay, ew. Gross. But I tried to be nice and chuckled. Wrong move on my part. She began to talk about how she once burped totally loud in front of a customer and had to ‘pretend’ to be embarrassed and like lady-like, but she really wasn’t cause it ‘felt so good’.

Oh. My. Gaaawd.

So there I am, trapped as she goes on about her gas issues. “Sometimes when I am sitting at home I just totally let it out. I don’t care which end it comes out, it all feels so good.” Wait, lemme repeat that in bold, for effect: “I don’t care which end it comes out, it all feels so good”. At this point I was convinced the place smelled funny. It was so hard to be polite and ignore the whole thing. Cause that is what I usually do when someone, even close friends say inappropriate things. I ignore it and change the subject. No, this time I wanted only to leave. But I was a bit trapped. Thank god they always keep the door propped open. Heh, now I know why!

How to I find these people? 

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Yup. That’s what I said. Somebody has gas. It’s bad, but that’s as far as I will go into detail. Needless to say, Richard and I have mutually decided that the ‘chicken style’ taquitos that we have loved and trusted for years have changed. Or we have changed. They will no longer get into the grocery cart. It’s a bit sad, as they were one of the healthier frozen snacks that we still allowed. I cannot tolerate… no, WE cannot tolerate the physical reaction that has recently been occurring.

Anyway, outside of our digestive issues, the weekend is coming to a close. It has been fun, but I am ready to be done. I am tired yo.

This next week there is so much fun to be had! Tuesday is our day off. Back to the gym, the grocery, and all that. After work on Wednesday we are going to the Big Gay Event and seeing Pirates!! I cannot even wait. Sure it’ll be long. 168 minutes I hear, but I am excited anyway. Spidey and I get along, but I adore Jack Sparrow. Then comes the weekend. The weekend OFF. Sigh. Yeah. I hope it is hot and sultry. BBQ weather. If the weather news looks promising I will email the Idol boys and see if we can all hang out in my back yard. Or at least an afternoon at The Prado. I don’t know. I might want to just hibernate though. We’ll see. 

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