Ize
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SWMBO went Christmas shopping with her sister this afternoon. In Springfield 40 miles away, where I used to work, that has a store that has REAL beer selection.
This of course hit me after she had already left. The cell phone convo went...
Me: "I need you to do me a favor after you're done shopping"
Her: "I'm NOT stopping at Friar Tuck"
Me: "Dammit, it'll take ten minutes. Call me when you get there".
Her: "Fine".
They then proceeded to get lost twice on the way to their original destination and had to call me twice.
Cell phone followup...
Her: "OK I'm in Friar Tuck"
Me: "Make a left and go to the great wall of beer"
Her: "Is that what they call it??"
Me: "No, It's what I call it. Find 2 sixes of Breckenridge Vanilla Porter".
Her: "Got it"
Me: "Now go down the aisle on the right and Look for a bottle of Hop Rod Rye."
Her: "Got it"
Me: "Same side of the aisle, at the end, You're looking for a bottle of Fuller's London Porter"
Her: "I only see ESB and 1845".
Me: "No London Porter?"
Her: "Nope, Just ESB and 1845, oh and London Pride. No London Porter".
Me: "Dammit. Ok, Just a bottle of ESB then".
Her: "Is that it?"
Me: "Yep. See, told you it would only take 10 minutes. Drive careful!"
(Moral of the story: Cell phones are occasionally good)
I don't know why she puts up with me.
The suck part is, I have to work tonight. Good part is, they'll all be good an chilled by the time I get home. :rockin:
Ize
This of course hit me after she had already left. The cell phone convo went...
Me: "I need you to do me a favor after you're done shopping"
Her: "I'm NOT stopping at Friar Tuck"
Me: "Dammit, it'll take ten minutes. Call me when you get there".
Her: "Fine".
They then proceeded to get lost twice on the way to their original destination and had to call me twice.
Cell phone followup...
Her: "OK I'm in Friar Tuck"
Me: "Make a left and go to the great wall of beer"
Her: "Is that what they call it??"
Me: "No, It's what I call it. Find 2 sixes of Breckenridge Vanilla Porter".
Her: "Got it"
Me: "Now go down the aisle on the right and Look for a bottle of Hop Rod Rye."
Her: "Got it"
Me: "Same side of the aisle, at the end, You're looking for a bottle of Fuller's London Porter"
Her: "I only see ESB and 1845".
Me: "No London Porter?"
Her: "Nope, Just ESB and 1845, oh and London Pride. No London Porter".
Me: "Dammit. Ok, Just a bottle of ESB then".
Her: "Is that it?"
Me: "Yep. See, told you it would only take 10 minutes. Drive careful!"
(Moral of the story: Cell phones are occasionally good)
I don't know why she puts up with me.
Ize