Showing posts with label pizza. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pizza. Show all posts

Monday, August 4, 2008

Tinkerbell's in the House

Has this ever happened to you; someone is sitting in the bathroom and yells out, "We're out of paper in here?"



It does?



Well that never happens in our house.



For we have fairies.



We have toilet paper fairies that not only replenish rolls, but makes sure that there is a back-up roll on the lid.



The other day I asked hubby if he would get some more toilet paper for the bathroom.



He asked, "Where do we keep it?"



Huh? We have lived in this house for over three years and he doesn't know where the toilet paper is stored?



I asked him that question, more or less, in the same way.



"I've never had to get toilet paper, the fairy always brings it. So how would I know where it is?"



"What fairy?"



"You know, the toilet paper fairy?"



"The toilet paper fairy?"



"Yes, she's friends with the clean laundry fairy, the always made Crystal Light fairy, the hang up my pants fairy and my snacks for the office fairy."



"You got a helpful little fairy posse there for you Mister."



"Yes, except I really need to talk to that picks up the glass as soon as I set it down fairy. She's an overachiever."





Okay - it's cute.... I shake my head and keep on truckin'





Saturday night we are at a friends house and I walk inside to refresh my drink. The guys are all sitting in the kitchen. Was it cooler in there? Maybe. But the next round of home made pizzas were about to come out of the oven... I think they were there to get first dibs.




They are talking abut something that leads me to believe that they too have fairies roaming their abodes.

So I ask...

Yes I did...

And there were three of them, and just one of me, and hubby was on their side of the bar.. I knew I was outnumbered, but yet I ventured forward unaware of the potential danger ahead.

I asked friend number one "Do you know where the toilet paper is kept in your house?"

"He said "Why would I know that?"

Friend number two added in quickly , they stick together, " I don't know where it is either. It just appears."

"So if there was an emergency you wouldn't know where to go to get some more toilet paper?"

"Nope" they both replied.

Hubby joins in and says "See? They have fairies at their house too that does things."

"I wish I had a fairy" I grumble.

"You do," one replied. "It's called a paycheck fairy."

HA

HA

HA

Gotta love 'em.

(Does this happen in your house too? Let me know if there is a larger fairy population than I originally estimated)


Sunday, July 20, 2008

When the Planets Align

There are just days when you can't catch a break no matter what you do.

When I worked for Alltel we used to shake our heads when we had a customer that entered "The Customer Service Twilight Zone". Some poor soul who had everything go wrong with their phone and their billing - they just stumbled in the zone through no fault of their own.

If we don't have little things go wrong from time to time, they become bottle necked and all shoot out at once when the pressure forces an explosion.

That happened to hubby and I Saturday night when we went on a dinner and a movie date.

Actually, a movie and then dinner because a later show would have released too late for dinner at an acceptable hour and getting home before we turn into a pumpkin and mice.

So we decide to go see "The Dark Knight".

I was a little freaked out about seeing it since Heath Ledger had died right after filming but hubby said "You like Cary Grant movies don't you?" He had a point so off we went.

What a good flick -

About 10 minutes from the end, the screen starts going "erp! brechhh! phtttttt!" and the movie stopped. What an uproar! It was a matinee and sold out! People were not happy. It took several minutes to get someone to let us know what was going on other than the obvious; no movie.

A little girl ,no more than 4 foot nothing ,comes in and announces " It will be 7 minutes before the show resumes." I remember seeing all those big, brawny teenage guys out there taking tickets., they sent a girl in to tell us. Chickens.

How can you be irritated at a little slip of a thing?

So the movie starts back up from where we left off and when it's over we go get something to eat.

"You pick." I say to hubby.

"Are you sure?" he replies, surprised to say the least.

"Sure, you pick the restaurant. I will be happy with where ever you choose"

"Yeah right" he mumbles.

So off we go.

I should have guessed.

Pizza and beer.

So we get to the Pizza Joint.

I really hate getting out of the car. It was hot out there, baking hot. 101 degrees at 7 PM in the evening. Someone hand me a hose.

We go inside. Hubby heads for the bathroom. He drank the large Diet Coke pretty much by himself and I feel sorry for anyway blocking his way.

The hostess leads me to a table. It sure is hot in here.

She is abut to slap down the menus and run off when I ask her "Is your AC broke?"

"Uh-huh" she replies and rushes off.

Lovely, just lovely.

I wait for hubby sandwiched between two tables with kids; one table hasn't gotten their food yet and they look hot and a little mean and the other table the kids are out with just dad who is oblivious that his toddler is aiming pepperoni from his pizza at my shoe.

Hubby returns looking relieved and I bolt to the bathroom "My turn!"

I hang out in there for a little longer than necessary for there is an open window in there and it is actually tolerable. I finally go back to the table and sit down banging my knee on the table as I try to get in the booth.

Hubby looks at me, " Do you want to go?" he asks.

"Yes"

"Alright let's go".

Back in the car I say "Pizza and beer was a great idea. Let's go downtown and eat at Mellow Mushroom".

"It's too far, and I thought I was picking."

I sit there silently. A couple of lights later we are pulling into Red Robin's parking lot.

OH NO I say to myself. Red Robin has pretty good burgers but they have yet to get my order right even once and I have been there at least 10 times. They've even given me a $25.00 gift certificate for poor customer service.

"Please" I pray, "just this time get an order straight".

Hostess takes us to a booth and I notice the seats are wet. I am wearing white pants, this won't do. I ask her if she can get something to dry them off with and she goes off mumbling something about busboys.

We're seated with menus and our waiter comes over. He was a nice guy but little did he realize that we sucked him up in the Twilight Zone by sitting in his area.

He takes our drink order; Bass for hubby and Diet Coke for me.

We start to cool down and relax.

He comes back for our order. We're not ready, Hubby had forgotten his reading glasses and I was trying to use my sunglasses to read the menu while he had on mine. Waiter goes and comes back. We're ready this time. Hubby orders a cheeseburger and I order a Santa Fe burger with melon instead of fries.

Where's our drinks?

I look at hubby and say "You know, they have never gotten an order right for me. Ever."

He looks at me and says "If they say they are out of beer or cheese, I'm outta here".

We wait for the drinks.

My Diet Coke arrives.

The waiter goes off looking for the beer.

We wait.

The manager comes to our table.

"I'm sorry Sir," he starts off. ( I start twitching)

"We're out of Bass."

"You're out of Bass?" hubby is incredulous.

"Yes, How about a Guiness?"

"That's fine".

Needless to say we sat there anticipating the worst. But all that happened was I got melon with my fries.

I can live with that.

But Red Robin, you are 0/11 so far.