Hmmm, not much up here. Class is boring now, because I'm ready to be done with the classes that I'm in.
Today is election day, whoop dee do, and I'm going to go vote after class instead getting in a very valuable nap.
Before class (meaning as soon as I get off the compy) I have to go get gas and put air in my tire and buy something for a phone. Ick.
I have here, for your viewing pleasure, the very reason that you now have to ask for ketchup at the window of a fast food restaurant.
Usually when I go get lunch on Mondays and Wednesdays I ask for ketchup (if I remember) and I'm always given, without fail, exactly four ketchup packets. Just for a little variety, yesterday I asked for extra ketchup under the assumption that they knew I meant that I'd like six or seven packets instead of four to go with my large fry.
Go figure, as soon as I said it, the lady puts in an order for a 'load' of ketchup.
It's like playing a twisted version of telephone. Lo and behold when I get up to the window waiting on top of my large fry (and nothing else mind you because I only get fries and a drink) are nearly twenty ketchup packets.
How does 'extra' which should be just a little more than four, translate to TWENTY?
Ah the joys of misunderstanding.