Ramblings of a Thief
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anigoI'm a thief.
The other day I was getting groceries. It was Friday, my day off. The Kid was supposed to have gone to a friend's house and then was going to a movie, but she didn't know about the timing of it all so I was a bit rushed to make sure that I was home if and when she got home. I had just been to physiotherapy for my ankle and it was pouring rain outside, however when I'd left the house it was snowing, so I had my big down parka on. Between the physiotherapist and the grocery store my big down parka had become a big sodden mess.
So I was dashing through the grocery store and had just nipped into the organic section to get some good coffeetm when my cell phone rang. It was Dick. I didn't have much battery and wanted to make sure I had enough so that if The Kid should call I'd be able to answer. He was going on a snowmobiling trip with some friends and wanted me to pick up some odds and ends for him. While we were talking I picked up a chocolate bar. Not just any chocolate bar, but a very thin, very dark, very organic, very fair trade chocolate bar with chili powder. Shades of Chocolat! I fondled the chocolate bar while Dick reamed off his list of needs, debating on the merits of dark chocolate vs. my diet, when he added a few odd things that I knew I'd forget if I didn't write down. So I dug through my purse to find a pen and added the things on my grocery list. Instructions fully written down, I moved on, but not before deciding to buy the chocolate bar. I grabbed one off the shelf, threw it in with my groceries and moved on. By the way, that chocolate bar was incredible.
But did you see the flaw in the story?
This morning, while looking for some hand cream I came across, you guessed it, another chocolate bar. The one I must have thrown in my purse when I went looking for a pen.
It was just as good, if not better, than the second.
I shall now proceed straight to hell and will not pass go.
(Heh, completely unrelated, I first typed that as "proceeding straight to hell and not passing goo". The road to hell is apparently lacking in goo.)
The other day I was getting groceries. It was Friday, my day off. The Kid was supposed to have gone to a friend's house and then was going to a movie, but she didn't know about the timing of it all so I was a bit rushed to make sure that I was home if and when she got home. I had just been to physiotherapy for my ankle and it was pouring rain outside, however when I'd left the house it was snowing, so I had my big down parka on. Between the physiotherapist and the grocery store my big down parka had become a big sodden mess.
So I was dashing through the grocery store and had just nipped into the organic section to get some good coffeetm when my cell phone rang. It was Dick. I didn't have much battery and wanted to make sure I had enough so that if The Kid should call I'd be able to answer. He was going on a snowmobiling trip with some friends and wanted me to pick up some odds and ends for him. While we were talking I picked up a chocolate bar. Not just any chocolate bar, but a very thin, very dark, very organic, very fair trade chocolate bar with chili powder. Shades of Chocolat! I fondled the chocolate bar while Dick reamed off his list of needs, debating on the merits of dark chocolate vs. my diet, when he added a few odd things that I knew I'd forget if I didn't write down. So I dug through my purse to find a pen and added the things on my grocery list. Instructions fully written down, I moved on, but not before deciding to buy the chocolate bar. I grabbed one off the shelf, threw it in with my groceries and moved on. By the way, that chocolate bar was incredible.
But did you see the flaw in the story?
This morning, while looking for some hand cream I came across, you guessed it, another chocolate bar. The one I must have thrown in my purse when I went looking for a pen.
It was just as good, if not better, than the second.
I shall now proceed straight to hell and will not pass go.
(Heh, completely unrelated, I first typed that as "proceeding straight to hell and not passing goo". The road to hell is apparently lacking in goo.)
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Date: 2008-01-22 03:04 am (UTC):D
how's your ankle? and they changed Diva's name to Gidget! can you believe that happy horsecrap!?
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Date: 2008-01-22 01:37 pm (UTC)And my ankle hurts. Stupid thing. I hate it. It should be all better now. It's been 3 freekin' weeks.
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Date: 2008-01-22 01:49 pm (UTC)Do you take anything for the pain/inflammation on your ankle? Like ibuprofen or something similar? I just wondered because it's great for reducing the internal swelling which makes everything hurt.
I hope it feels better soon.