Year: 2002

It Is Lunch Time Isn’t It?

Once a week my wife and I have a lunch “date” and leave the plant to go to a local fast food place to eat instead of the usual microwaved entree. Today we went to Popeye’s. We both like the food there, nice and spicy, it reminds us of when we lived in New Orleans. Should have guessed we were in trouble when there were 3 people waiting off to the side for their orders and two people still in front of us. They only had one person taking orders and one person handling the drive-up and judging by which the speed of the food was delivered to the patrons, only one person cooking. They should have had a few more people working being as it was 12:15 and the middle of lunch time.

Spicy Lunch Date

Sunny and mid 50’s for today’s lunch “date” with my wife. Today we went to Popeyes and I had their spicy chicken sandwich. No comparison, Popeyes was levels above last week’s Hardee’s spicy chicken sandwich.

Couldn’t wait until Saturday to put in the gage faces, did it tonight. The only problem I had was the location of the switch/dimmer. They suggested a place that my big foot would hit, so I moved it up and out of the way. Can’t get to it while driving, but once it is set who needs to adjust it.

Where’s the receipt?

The absolute greatest invention since self-service, has been the card reader on the pump. You no longer need to go inside and have to wait in line behind people buying cigarettes, lottery tickets, 64oz Giant Gulps or whatever. You just pull up, fill up and go. The stations without these new pumps are becoming rarer and rarer and if I stumble on one, I’ll just drive across the street.

Needed to get some gas today. When I was done and returned the pump handle, no receipt came out. So inside I went, ugh. The woman gave me some lame excuse about it being out of paper, but I know better. These corner quick stops must be losing a lot money in lost impulse buys with those pumps, so they are programmed to every once in awhile not print a receipt so that you have to go inside. While I waited for the person in front of me to pay for their gas, I used my superior will-power to not pick up a butane lighter or one of those rolled up astrology forecasts.

Cool Glowing

Yahoo! (the expression, not the service) Sunny and 60 at 4:00PM. We had haircut appointments at 5 and a whole hour to get there. Put the top down and went the loooong way. Had to put some gas in first though, $10.50 at $1.069.

Cool-Glo gages were on the doorstep when we got home. Probably won’t get to install them until Saturday, but I did take them out of the box, hook all the wires up and use a little 12v battery from a garage door opener to check them out. Nice green or blue glow, gonna be cool (hey, maybe that is how they got named.)

After that I’m thinking of Power Neon Cables in blue. (have you noticed I like blue?) There aren’t any links on where to buy the stuff. Wonder if anybody else carries it?

Invisible Customers

On the way home from work my wife and I stopped into the Food Lion on the way home, we needed one item. Once we got what we needed, we headed for the checkout lines. There was one right at the end of the aisle that we were coming down so we went there even though the light wasn’t on. There was a cashier and another employee on the register side and a “customer” on the other. They were all deep in conversation. As we got up to them my wife asked, “Are you open?” Perhaps they didn’t hear so we waited a bit and she asked again. Still no response. We turned around in dismay and headed over to 2 other aisles that had there lights on. The first one had no cashier at all and the other one was busy. We looked back down towards the three people at the one we just left and there was still no motion to move or acknowledge us, it was as if we were invisible. Needless to say we put down the item at the empty cash register and left the store. Plenty of other places to stop.

We ended up at a Bi-Lo near the house and got an over friendly cashier. (Almost as bad.)

Naked Rear

Cold and yucky today. Had to keep the top up all day and even had to burn the headlights on the trip home. Shouldn’t complain, it is after all winter and the folks north of the Mason-Dixon Line are suffering with snow.

Trying to figure out what shall adorn the rear bumper next. It is just too clean back there. I have another of those 5″ diameter Barndoor Fan Club stickers I could put on. I like the idea of something text-like in white on the black rear skirt. In 1999 I had “Not Y2K Compliant” and in 2000 I had a Star Trek Voyager quote, “Survival is Insufficient” and last year was the BDFC sticker. Leaning towards the URL of either the Master’s Miata Club or the Barndoor Fan Club. Heck, maybe I’ll just put this Blog’s URL there. 🙂

Rednecks*

My wife and I went for a short bike ride this afternoon. Stopped at a light waiting to cross and a pick-up truck drove by from left to right on the road we were waiting to cross. As they passed one of the occupants shouted something that I couldn’t make out. My wife on the other hand heard them say, “Get off the f@$%ing road, roads are for cars!” We weren’t in front of him slowing his progress, we hadn’t cut in front of him by crossing the street on the red light, nothing, yet they/he took offense to a couple of adult cyclists on a sunny Sunday afternoon.