So for the one or two readers that I have I’m sure you’ve figured out that I’ve moved to St. George ahead of Wife. And in an attempt to keep my great job happy and thus the decent wage for St. George rolling in I don’t get to head back home as much as I would like. As such I decided that it was time to begin the full transition from the Salt Lake City area and attempt to use the services provided locally (and no by services I don’t mean that crack whore transvestite from 2nd south…you know the one I’m talking about).
One of those services actually turned out to be taking my Tundra into the local Toyota dealer for it’s regular maintenance…and yes I’m aware of how to do it on my own, but hey it’s still under warranty and I really didn’t feel doing it so get off my back…so as I’m sitting there in their oh so comfy waiting room this nice old lady comes in, smiles and sits down. I go back to watching the TV and blankly staring around the room when I hear a loud rrrrrrrrruuuuuuuump. I casually peek over at the little old lady not really believing the sound that I just heard and chalk it up to the fact that it’s warm in here and that we’re sitting in leather couches and that they some times make noises that are less desirable in public, than that of at home on your own couch. So I return to my staring at the wall when I happen to catch out of the corner of my eye this perfect little old Mormon grandmother, in her perfect little pressed blouse and slacks and her perfectly curled hair, lean over and bless the couch she’s sitting in with another loud rrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuump. OH MY EFFING GOD did I really just see this prim and proper old lady cut one? I couldn’t believe it…
So quell my grin and go about my mindless wait thanking the almighty himself that I had chosen the one spot in the waiting room that was down wind, as I had the oscelating fan behind me and those poor bastards at the parts counter did not. Ahhhhh St. George…
One of those services actually turned out to be taking my Tundra into the local Toyota dealer for it’s regular maintenance…and yes I’m aware of how to do it on my own, but hey it’s still under warranty and I really didn’t feel doing it so get off my back…so as I’m sitting there in their oh so comfy waiting room this nice old lady comes in, smiles and sits down. I go back to watching the TV and blankly staring around the room when I hear a loud rrrrrrrrruuuuuuuump. I casually peek over at the little old lady not really believing the sound that I just heard and chalk it up to the fact that it’s warm in here and that we’re sitting in leather couches and that they some times make noises that are less desirable in public, than that of at home on your own couch. So I return to my staring at the wall when I happen to catch out of the corner of my eye this perfect little old Mormon grandmother, in her perfect little pressed blouse and slacks and her perfectly curled hair, lean over and bless the couch she’s sitting in with another loud rrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuump. OH MY EFFING GOD did I really just see this prim and proper old lady cut one? I couldn’t believe it…
So quell my grin and go about my mindless wait thanking the almighty himself that I had chosen the one spot in the waiting room that was down wind, as I had the oscelating fan behind me and those poor bastards at the parts counter did not. Ahhhhh St. George…
No comments:
Post a Comment