I might delete this post, or I might not. I’m testing my installation of LivePress, to keep from playing the two-blog dance. Now synched to my Livejournal.
Archive for November, 2005
yesterday, we took the family to the bubbling cesspool of commercialism, also known as “the mall.” we had a couple tickets for carousel rides, so we went to redeem those. we got even more base in our americanism by eating lunch at mcdonalds. we were feeling pretty smarmy by this point.
this family came and sat down next to us. nevermind that their kids had no consideration for the proximity of the tables and kept pushing chairs back until i was forced to stand up and move our entire table just so we had a modicum of elbow room… what blew my mind was when one of the kids spilled his soda on the floor. now, kids spill. lord knows my kids have spilled more drink than they’ve actually consumed in their life. so the kid spills his soda on the floor, and the mom (who was there with another mom, so we’re talking 2 moms and 4 kids) gets up and heads over to the counter. i’m thinking, well, at least she’s going to try to clean up a bit. she heads right to the counter, where you find the napkins, and comes back with… you ready? not with a stack of napkins, but with one of the janitors “caution: wet floor signs”, plunks it right down over the center of the spill, and as the soda oozes in the grooves between the tiles across the floor, proceeds to sit down and continue complaining to her companion about how she couldn’t find “baked potato” on her diet plan list and now has no idea how many “points” she used up yesterday, and how inconsiderate her husband is for eating ice cream in front of her while she diets. i really wanted to ask her if she really just walked all the way to the counter, passed right by the napkins, which would have been sufficient to clean up the spill, and brought back a janitor’s sign. there the sign sat, for a good 15 minutes until one of the employees, obviously missing her “caution” sign, made her way over and squeegeed the soda off the floor. this lady went to extra effort to do the bare minimum. i bet she wonders why her kids leave their dirty clothes all over the floor for her to pick up too.
for what it’s worth, a plain baked potato is 4 points, 6 if you add sour cream.
i sometimes wonder why i keep this thing. seriously. i’m the worst blogger ever.
then i realize, between 3 kids, 2 jobs, and 304 people calling my cell phone on a daily basis…
that could be my problem.
plus i have no discipline.
