It’s no wonder the world confuses me.
I took the family down to see the Milk Carton Boat Races at Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis this afternoon. Neat little festival, they race a bunch of boats made out of milk cartons. The only rule on most of them, they have to have at least 5 people crew. The winner BTW, a 9 person canoe that had to be 25 feet long. They’d been working on that boat for a long long time. I know this because about the middle of the boat, there were several egg nog cartons in the bulkhead. So, at least Christmas.
“say, that’s good reasoning Sank, you can’t be that stupid”.
It’s not me.. it’s the people I hang out with. I call them family. They.. make me stupid. For one thing, they don’t perform like they’re supposed too. Along with the boat races they had sand castles and lots of booths of people showing off stuff, including.. Char-Broiler the BBQ people. I love swag and I sure need a new grill. All you had to do to win a new infrared grill, which I not exactly sure what that means, was stand in line for 20 minutes, play beanbags, get one in the hole and then you got to spin a wheel for a price and submit your name. Easy. Easy for my daughter the proclaimed state bean bag champion. So proclaimed by none other than Bill Roehl, bean bag guy who’s had his ass kicked with some regularity by my precious little sweetie.
Well, wouldn’t you know.. after I stand in line.. rotten kid wouldn’t do it. WOULD NOT DO IT. And, because she all cute’n’stuff, she’d get a six foot lead. If they don’t perform for you I don’t know why you even bother to have them. Instead I had to go to a computer, stand behind people who insisted on putting their first and last names into the space called “Email” and fill out a spam deal to try to win a grill.
After the races the kids, who had whined the entire day and completely killed any buzz I had that about this family ever doing anything fun ever again, wanted to go to Sonic. I’ve never been to a Sonic, they’re new here. I didn’t realize that customers could not actually “enter” a Sonic. We have to either park outside or sit on their patio. Saves on cleaning I guess. Interesting that they hire ex-hockey players, something this town is loaded with, to deliver order on roller blades. Not sure what they’re going to do in the Winter, can’t blade in the snow. Maybe they’ll Zamboni the parking lot and call it a rink. First person to get out their car and slip on the ice can be then new franchise owner after the lawsuit. I’l have to watch the weather for that.
As I pulled up to the place I asked the family what they wanted. I like doing that because they all answer at the same time. Mrs S, being the one I’m most afraid off, I’m sure to hear her order first. Cherry Limeaide No ICE. Red wanted a banana shake.. gross. Girl was asleep, she somehow told my wife she wanted a lemon freeze. Telepathy, comes with estrogen I guess.
Order amout.. $4.25. I pulled to the window and gave the lady a $10.00. She handed me back $2.25 in change and shut the window. When she came back to hand up our drink I explained that the change she gave me was wrong. “Wha’dyagiveme?” “a Ten”.. “Oh baby, this is right I just need to give you another $3.00..” “$3.50” “yeah that’s right too”.
I wasn’t aware math had more than one right answer and I really wasn’t sure how they define “right” at Sonic. Does right mean any value less than the amount I was supposed to get, so you can give me the rest and make it “right?”
About then Mrs. S pipped up.. “”There’s no ice in my drink.” I’m 100% sure that you told me to order no ice. “I did, but when you order no ice at Sonic, they put a little ice in your bevvie, if you don’t ask for no ice they put to much in.” “why don’t you ask for a little ice..” “I did, I said no ice”.
No wonder I’m confused.