I'm still having issues with Typepad. I don't get the problem. It's worked fine for almost ten years and now posting a photo takes longer than ever. When I'm posting them, they are so huge that the entire picture doesn't even fit my screen and when they are published, they are thumbnails. They are communicating with me, which is my favorite thing about Typepad, but what the heck?
The story I told the other night and then lost as I was hitting publish...and tried again last night and lost it again. Third time's the charm? We'll see.
On the morning that we drove to City of Rocks, I'd already had my Route 44 Diet Coke from Sonic and had refilled it with two cans while we drove. (Addict, I know.) Suffice it to say, I needed a pit stop, after two hours of driving. We pulled off the freeway at the Malta, Idaho exit where the only thing we'd seen for at least thirty miles was sagebrush. There was a green roofed gas station that had two llama and a few sheep for petting out front. It seemed like it would be a friendly welcoming place. On the front window was this sign, which made us all laugh out loud:
We all hopped out and went inside. Doug purchased a six dollar quart of oil because he remembered that we didn't check it before leaving, so just in case. He walked back out to the Expedition with the girls. I went straight to the potty and was greeted by this sign:
Lovely. We were another half hour before we would reach the next town.
Meanwhile, Quayd had found a cool wooden pendant that he wanted to purchase for $10. I'd brought my Sonic cup inside and thought I'd freshen it up with a refill. I walked over to the fountain and poured my half full cup of wonderful Sonic pebble ice into the drain. As I poured it, I thought to myself, "Self, you probably should have checked their ice first." I hit the button to refill the ice and it literally took a minute or so to drop six cubes of ice. SIX. I don't drink anything unless the glass is full to the brim with ice, so I decided to pass. I walked up the register with Quayd to pay for his pendant and the clerk/guy said, "How much ice did you get?" I said, "About this much, I think your machine is out of ice," pointing to the bottom two inches of the cup. He said, "That'll be twenty-five cents." I said, "Seriously? You're going to charge me for six ice cubes? The machine is empty." He then boldly announced, his chest puffing up like Superman, "Ice doesn't grow on trees!" I was stunned by his attitude! I laid Quayd's pendant down on the countertop, along with a quarter, turned and said, "And you are rude! Let's go Quayd, he's not getting another penny from us." Really? Over six ice cubes? That pendant would probably have been his biggest sale of the day. No bathrooms, no fountain drinks, no manners!
Quayd cracked me up. For the next hour, he wanted to go back to the place and "let that guy know that he can't speak to my mom like that!" He was so protective of me! It warmed my "feel goods". We spent the next few miles thinking of things that we coulda/woulda/shoulda said.
The funniest thing was that when we told Carol the story, she said that she's stopped there a few times for potty breaks on her way to and from their home in Idaho and their home here in Logan. She said that the bathroom has never been open...not once ever! Seriously, we want to go next time and just walk into the potty there and use it because we are betting that they just don't want to be bothered by customers using their potty, hence their sign.
THEN CLOSE if you don't want to serve your customers. There! That's my rant, tongue in check, but still! Now, it just makes us laugh. As Doug says, "Some people's kids."
Do you type up your entries (without pix) on a Word program and then copy paste and add your pix later. If you saved to word til you are sure it got posted you wouldn't have to retype.
Was at a library Trustee Meeting last week and learned that the diet pops that use that other 'sugar' is what makes the pancreas crave it...WAY WORSE than straight sugar in the non-diet. Huge discussion on it...which had nothing to do with the meeting but I always learn so much from serving here. I get it that sugar is the new addictive killer.
Just sayin'
Posted by: suan | Sunday, June 21, 2015 at 04:36 AM