horseshoes up me bum?
Dec. 3rd, 2003 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcWhat I had expected to be a day of chores and drudgery, unfolded differently. As much due to the fates as the company of my pal Noel.
Set the alarm for 09h00, an early rise for a guy who'd sleep 'til 11h00 (and work until 01h00. Or later) given his druthers. Abluted, chatted with Joce, played with Vinnie, the phreaky chihuahua. Made a phone about Australian visa issues, only to find the person left their position over a month ago. Meh. Noel and I had commited to erranding and bonding, as only evil twins can, so I awaited her return from getting an oil change.
And we were off! First stop was to renew our driving licenses. We expected to queue up at least 30 minutes, but we walked in, paid our fees, had our pictures snapped and left with funky yellow temporary licenses. The real deal should arrive in 5 working days. Impressive, so we took comment cards to offer kudos. We then giddily skipped across the road for Szechuan. Yummy! Then it was time for...
...Zellers, where the lowest price is the law. And they mean it. Noel's mission was aluminium foil, Christmas ornament hooks, and a big ole red Christmas candle. Mine was underwear. Zellers often has 6 pack bags of 100% cotton Fwuit of the Loom briefs for $15. Today they were $11--or so we thought until we got to the til. When the sales fella saw where we got 'em and why we thought they were $11, that's exactly what he charged me: bargains make me drool. So whomever strips me this weekend in SF will get nice clean briefs.
We then wandered looking for more candle options, off to La Baie for more candles. We ran into 2 crabby women: one of whom stormed off rather than queue up, the other directly behind us in the queue. "There's only one cashier on," she moaned "this is ridiculous." She'd bee in line for perhaps 2 minutes. "Actually there are several" I said, pointing out the other 4 or 5 cashiers. Scowl.
Whatever. Lighten up, it's a bloody queue in a department store, not a food bank. Sheesh.
Some of the undies I bought were for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querrelle, and while he told me what waist size he wanted, they ended up being small, medium, or large rather than inches. I got him medium, but was second guessing myself--so I rang him on my mobile.
"Hi Max it's John!"
"Hello John" he said, clearly caught off guard.
"I know you're busy and this is expensive, but what size undies to you want--medium or large?"
Chuckle. "Aw....probably a size bigger than yours, if you're a medium I guess large."
"I'm small, so I got you medium."
"That should be fine then."
Mutual chuckles. "OK baby, let's keep it short and sweet, love you and have a good day. Talk later."
"Bye"
Noel's candled ended up being 35% off (Bay Day is Yay Day!), so we traipsed gaily back to her big fuschia station wagon, and now we're having a cuppa.
I'm really in the Christmas spirit now--all I need is a CD copy of Sing-a-long with Mitch Miller Christmas, the best Christmas album ever--and I might even consider going to midnight Mass. Well, not really. But I'm in good spirits
Set the alarm for 09h00, an early rise for a guy who'd sleep 'til 11h00 (and work until 01h00. Or later) given his druthers. Abluted, chatted with Joce, played with Vinnie, the phreaky chihuahua. Made a phone about Australian visa issues, only to find the person left their position over a month ago. Meh. Noel and I had commited to erranding and bonding, as only evil twins can, so I awaited her return from getting an oil change.
And we were off! First stop was to renew our driving licenses. We expected to queue up at least 30 minutes, but we walked in, paid our fees, had our pictures snapped and left with funky yellow temporary licenses. The real deal should arrive in 5 working days. Impressive, so we took comment cards to offer kudos. We then giddily skipped across the road for Szechuan. Yummy! Then it was time for...
...Zellers, where the lowest price is the law. And they mean it. Noel's mission was aluminium foil, Christmas ornament hooks, and a big ole red Christmas candle. Mine was underwear. Zellers often has 6 pack bags of 100% cotton Fwuit of the Loom briefs for $15. Today they were $11--or so we thought until we got to the til. When the sales fella saw where we got 'em and why we thought they were $11, that's exactly what he charged me: bargains make me drool. So whomever strips me this weekend in SF will get nice clean briefs.
We then wandered looking for more candle options, off to La Baie for more candles. We ran into 2 crabby women: one of whom stormed off rather than queue up, the other directly behind us in the queue. "There's only one cashier on," she moaned "this is ridiculous." She'd bee in line for perhaps 2 minutes. "Actually there are several" I said, pointing out the other 4 or 5 cashiers. Scowl.
Whatever. Lighten up, it's a bloody queue in a department store, not a food bank. Sheesh.
Some of the undies I bought were for
querrelle, and while he told me what waist size he wanted, they ended up being small, medium, or large rather than inches. I got him medium, but was second guessing myself--so I rang him on my mobile. "Hi Max it's John!"
"Hello John" he said, clearly caught off guard.
"I know you're busy and this is expensive, but what size undies to you want--medium or large?"
Chuckle. "Aw....probably a size bigger than yours, if you're a medium I guess large."
"I'm small, so I got you medium."
"That should be fine then."
Mutual chuckles. "OK baby, let's keep it short and sweet, love you and have a good day. Talk later."
"Bye"
Noel's candled ended up being 35% off (Bay Day is Yay Day!), so we traipsed gaily back to her big fuschia station wagon, and now we're having a cuppa.
I'm really in the Christmas spirit now--all I need is a CD copy of Sing-a-long with Mitch Miller Christmas, the best Christmas album ever--and I might even consider going to midnight Mass. Well, not really. But I'm in good spirits
