Got up and took the Corolla in for an oil change. Sipped away at a hazelnut coffee as I waited. The Fort Erie Toyota dealer sucks so much less than the other two I’ve been to in St. Catharines and Toronto. Local guys have yet to dick me around and are extremely friendly. So friendly I was offered my choice of hj or bj along with the warm beverage. I think we know which I chose.
Headed off to work and had to stop at the Purolator depot in NOTL to pick up a package. Guy at the front of the line was being a knob job. As the woman behind the counter tried to answer his questions, he’d interrupt her which forced her to repeat what she was saying and then he didn’t like what he heard anyway.
Woman-“Can I see some ID please?”
Knobjob-“What?”
Woman-“ID.”
Knobjob holds up birth certificate.
Woman-“Do you have something with a photo?”
Knobjob grumbles as he returns the card to his shitty wallet.
Knobjob-“Well you didn’t say you wanted a photo.”
It’s true, she didn’t, but knob job you’re like 55 years old. Get with it!
Arrived at work about an hour later. Good day highlighted by the consumption of a chimichanga with the girth and nutritional value of a pencil case full of aged camel scrote. I bathed the festive treat in sour cream and giggled like a school girl as I unhinged my jaw and inserted it into my gap-toothed cave. Yummy!
Hit the homestead around 8:30. Little bit of nerdery, and soon to be heading off to bed. One more day before the weekend and a potential all-you-can-eat sushi feast on Saturday night.
Really, why do I do this to myself? To entertain the 1 person from Pakistan who visited in May. That’s why. Sandeep: I do it all for you (and the nookie).