11 Dec 2009

Dear Friday,

Thanks for kicking my ass. Really, would it have hurt you to allow me to achieve ONE single thing today? Apparently today was a CarbKiller shut out. I’m still not sure why I got out of bed.

Let’s look at my schedule shall we?

My goal for the day was to go pick up my bib/packet for Sunday’s half marathonĀ at the LA County Inaugural Half Marathon race expo. Mom volunteered to come with me for the first time ever and I was so excited!

Notice how it looks dark and ominous around 11am? That’s because it was raining. Oh, and the gates were closed.

Genius CK figured that was becuase the expo opened at noon (people work on Friday mornings right?) so I drove around for 45 minutes trying to find a Starbucks for mom and I. Failed there and ended up at an independent coffee house. The coffee sucked. REALLY badly. Even after I doctored it with milk and splenda. Note to independent unnamed coffee shop in Pomona/San Dimas if your coffee still tastes burnt and nasty after milk and splenda you need to seriously reconsider your roasting technique. Armed with motor oil coffee mom and I returned to the Fairgrounds to find it still locked.

Because the expo didn’t open until tomorrow.
Commute- 2 hours round trip
Coffee search- 1 hour
Price of 2 cups of crappy coffee $3.67

Awesome.

Then on the way to my place from Pomona I stopped off at the grocery store to pick up a couple things for the lunch I promised to make mom. She waited in the warm car since it was pouring rain and I ran into Albertsons. Grabbed everything I needed and headed for the checkout.

I’m standing in the checkout minding my own business when the guy in front of me sees me playing with my crackberry and asks me if I want a job.

HUH?

Apparently he runs a rescue diving company and never has time to collect accounts payable because he’s so busy. (Someone tell me how it’s possible to run a business without collecting accounts payable). Before I had a chance to respond he told me about how he’d been in a coma for 6 weeks after a dive accident. Um…okay. What am I supposed to say to that? I smiled politely and made sympathetic noises.

Then he walked me out to the parking lot and said “I bet you get this all the time but you are just so cute. What are you doing for dinner tonight?

I swear he wasn’t a day over 60. *vomit* Why do men do this? I mean seriously? You offered a stranger a job. Followed that by inappropriate TMI. THEN followed that with a request for a date. Did you really think I was going to say yes?

Good Grief.

Right about then mom and I realized the day had reached its low so we decided to drive to San Pedro and pick up a picture frame she had ordered at a cute little gallery we found last weekend.

We drove all the way out past the docks, etc., in the rain, barely avoided getting side-swiped by rain-panicked drivers and the gallery was closed.

Wasted gas
Destroyed stomach lining
Creepy date offer
Closed Gallery

Final score Friday 4, CarbKiller 0

I want a redo.

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  1. Deb says,

    YOU WIN! Crappy day…but think of what a great blog post it made for :)

    dated December 14, 2009 at 10:25 am

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