4 reasons my 4th of July kicked butt!
First of all, I had the day off of work, which was a nice break from last week.
Second, we went up and visited my Grandma and had a good time. My cousin showed up and we went and got a bucket of chicken and taters (sometimes deep fried foods are just delicious) and went to a park and had a nice picnic. Then we went back to her house and kicked it and chatted. That's a nice change of pace for sure.
Third, we left my Grandma's and went and got Toft's ice cream in Sandusky. Toft's is the best ice cream in the whole world. Graeter's and UDF can just stay at home. Baskin Robbins, paaah. All you DQ's, Chilly Jilly's and any other soft serve ice cream shop can just keep themselves seated on the couch. You can't compare and aren't even in the same league.
I had a medium 'Howly Toledo' and it was awesome. Not only was it awesome because the ice cream tastes so great, but if you measured how high my ice cream was piled on top of my cone....I swear it was 9 and 1/2 inches. Nothing beats Toft's. I scarfed it down in about 5 minutes too.
**sidenote: The mean age of the employees of Toft's was 16 years. Teenagers are annoying. At one point business had slowed down and one girl was telling a story to 3 of her minions and she used the word "whatev". No, not "whatever", that last "-er" is just too much these days.
Fourth, so we are headed out of Sandusky and I ask Hugs what time it is...7:20pm. Crap! That means we won't be home until around 9:20. D'oh! So I put the hammer down as we are headed out of town from the last stop light, as I pass a state highway patrolman headed the other direction. D'oh! He does a u-turn and follows me. Double d'oh!
So I slow down to 55 and get over in the right lane, like that's going to do me any good--he's already got my number. Sure enough, he hits his lights. Well, I knew this was coming so I turned my signal on, pulled over, turned on my hazards and stopped quickly. I then hurried up and got out my liscence and insurance card out and was holding them out the window before he even got out of his car. Of course I'm laughing the whole time. Just then Amanda's mom calls and leaves a voicemail on her phone.
So the fuzz comes up "blah blah blah"..."yea, it's been a while since I've been through here"..."blah blah blah"..."yea, that's my address"..."blah blah I'll be right back". D'oh!
"Here's your warning, have safe holiday and keep it under the speed limit."
"HOLY SMOKES!! Are you SERIOUS??!! Sweet, thanks!"
A quarter mile down the road, "THANKS GOD!!".
I'd like to know how the heck I didn't get a ticket. I think it's because I don't argue and just whip my liscence and insurance out promptly. I'd it's the good looks but I never get pulled over by women.
Yea, and the voicemail from Amanda's mom..."I was just calling to make sure everything's okay."
Queue up the Hitchcock music.
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