Friday, March 12, 2010

45 Minutes . . .


I'm sure you know how one of those mornings go when:
1. You put your credit card in the slot to pay for gas and the
credit card machine is broken.
2. So, you have to get your purse, phone, and belongings AND
lock the car and hall into the store to pay for gas.
3. You must stand in line behind 14 people buying slurpees and
candy.
4. A really nice lady rings up your gas sale and insists on seeing
EVERY piece of i.d.
5. You are now 15 minutes behind schedule for a 70 mile drive.
6. You quickly pump the gas. Breathe a sign of relief.
7. Jump in the car to start it AND
THE FLIPPING KEY IS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.
8. So you run back into the store.
9. Stand behind 10 people buying cigarettes and donuts.
10. Ask the nice lady who like to talk a blue streak if she
has seen your car key.
11. Paw through the car, searching under every nook and cranny.
12. Enlist the help of the people standing in line to help paw
through the car to find the missing key.
13. Call husband to ask for spare.
14. Send a child to retrieve key in another vehicle.
15. Have a mild nervous breakdown at the gas
station.
16. Look in the lock and find the key!!

Oh.yeah.that.was.my.Friday.morning.

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