Saturday morning I went up to a local park to do a little hiking around. On the way, because I wasn’t paying close enough attention, I took a wrong turn. Because I took that wrong turn I found a gas station with gas at $2.59 (and 9/10) a gallon. (They were having a “sale” that day.) This was a good dime a gallon cheaper than the cheapest gas I saw along the way, so I tanked up.
(Now someone is going to pop in being all “Well in my country we have to pay upwards to a day’s wages for just a Dixie cup worth of gas. And we have to supply our own cup. I had to carve out my Dixie cup myself. You Americans don’t know how good you got it!” Shut up, you foreign devil!)
It was a little scary going in to pay. (No pay-at-the-pump! Can you believe it? Me neither!) The guy running the register was missing a finger! This, of course, meant he ran afoul of the Japanese Mafia. Everyone knows if you cross the Yakuza they cut off one of your fingers. I wonder what he did? First he got on the wrong side of Don Benihana and then he wound up selling gas to me in Germantown, Ohio. Strange world.
And that was the most excitement I had all weekend: sorta getting a little lost, then finding cheap gas.
Good MMP Y’all! I’m baaaaaack!!! I was gonna post in last week’s MMP about my trip to the outer edges of Cincinnati but I decided I’d wait til today. Rue you will be pleased to know I had getta. I was kinda confused cause that’s the way it was spelled and you spelled it goetta. Anyways, it was good! I had it with scrambled eggs and biscuits at the hotel I was staying at. I didn’t go to Frisch’s Big Boy to get it. I was, but then I saw it on the breakfast buffet at the hotel and being the lazy person that I am decided to try it there. I’d eat it again. Also, I had a <snerk> Threeway <snerk> at Skyline Chili. See, Thursday evening I was driving back to my hotel after a very loooooong day and I was sitting at this stoplight, looked over to my left, and lo and behold there was Skyline Chili. “This is fate!”, I thought. "Fate has decreed that I must have a <snerk>Threeway!<snerk> I further thought. The light was kinda long, so lots of time for thoughts. So, I had me a <snerk> Threeway. <snerk>
Everybody will be pleased to know I did not go into uncontrollable fits of giggles as I ordered my <snerk> Threeway. <snerk> This I also pronounced as good.
I also noticed that this weekend was Oktoberfest in Cincinnati. That’s just wrong! It ain’t Oktober yet. I think somebody oughta address this problem with the Greater Cincinnati Chamber of Commerce.
Friday night I stayed at a Raddison at the Cincinnati airport which is really in Kentucky. This is an old Raddison. So old, I called ACBG and dubbed it the <snerk> Ratty Ass! <snerk> I also had some good potato chips in the bar there. Miss Vickie’s Homemade Chips. The bag had English and French writin’ on it. I pronounced them good also. I brought home two bags. I gave one to ACBG. I think he was expecting another shot glass. Did I mention he collects shot glasses? No shot glass this time. Just chips. Good chips though.
I hadda fill up this weekend. Even though I didn’t find any gas as cheap as rue, I did get the same price as when I filled up the day after Katrina. So that was good. It was still a shocker when it all totalled up.
My dad is missing two fingers. It didn’t have anything to do with any Japanese people. He had a confrontation with a circular saw. The saw won.
swampy, I think you’re feelin all snerky cause ACBG thanked you right nicely for those chips. I’m just sayin…
Mr. Anachi commenced to ripping out backsplash in preparation for the new granite countertops this weekend. He got a tad carried away and also ripped out the white tiles behind the cooktop countertop. Now we will certainly have to go out and buy something all purty to put on the wall back there. I also gotta go peruse the Depot for some new switch plates for the backsplash over the new sink seein as what’s there is white and it won’t go with the black Ubatuba granite. All this decoratin stuff never ends.
The Tropicana Atlantic City Hotel and Casino took a significant portion of my money this weekend, but I think it all worked out, because I drank a significant portion of their alcohol. I also discovered that even if your age still starts with a 2, you can dance so much you actually ache the next day.
Did you visit the DeDay’s? It’s really proper etiquette when in that vicinity.
Oktoberfest belongs in September, not Oktober. It’s preparation for Oktober, you see.
Goetta/Getta was originally spelled “götta”. But we don’t have umlauts in our language, so they add the “e” (for emphasis, I’m sure). You have problems with that, you have to take it up with the Götta Institute, probably based in Germantown, and named for the famous Johann Wolfgang von Götta, famous Germany literaturist and breakfast food. His cousin, Scrapple, invented a popular boardgame*.
*You gotta know this sort of stuff if’n your going to be a successful trivialist.
I was not able to arrange a visit with the DeDays whilst in the environs of Cincinnati. Something to do with Rue not bein’ allowed out on school nights. So, one has Oktoberfests in September to get ready for Oktober? What is it about Oktober that would make one want to have a big ol’ kegger in September to get ready for it? Do Oktoberfests always include the world’s largest chicken dance? I ask cause one of the apparent highlights of the Cincinnati Oktoberfest in September is the world’s largest chicken dance. The local news folks just went on and on and on about it.
Tuppy I got err… umm… “welcomed” before I gave him the chips. That’s all I’m sayin’.
That’s right Shibb. Scapple von Götta invented Chutes and Ladders. His name is on the back of the board.
Of course they dropped their price! I got gas. That’s how it works. The Yakuza have people following me around and once I tank up, they call in to their boss and then the price comes down. It’s the way it works. I thought about only getting half-tanked, and then when the price came down for that, getting the rest of my tank on so th eprice would drop twice.
If I play my cards right gas will cost 4¢.
For everyone else. By the time I’d need gas again, the price would be back up. (The Yak also sneaks into my garage and checks my gas gauge. When it get’s low enough they know to raise gas prices again before I can get more.)
Rue, $2.69 is the normal amount you pay for gasoline? That’s just wrong. Here, in Seattle, and yes, we are in the U.S. of A., We’re paying $2.99 9/10 to $3.09! :eek: I can’t go anywhere! Unless, of course, I decide to walk… like that’s going to happen.
I washed and folder all my useless white sheet and pillow cases to send South. I have 19 flat white sheet and 55 white pillow cases. I was so proud, then I called the number of the place that’s shipping stuff for free… But, guess what? The don’t want anymore bedding.
Anyone need 19 sheets? Or 55 pillow cases? The cases make good gunny sack substitutes… No? Oh well, back in the closet they go.
I’m sending off my White elephant box today, I put a dozen white pillow cases in it. Other stuff too. Good stuff. Usable stuff. Some one will use it. At least the stuff they can identify.
Well, I have to go make breakfast. I’m making ribs for dinner, so breaky will be simple.
Later kiddies.
Miss Vickie’s are a Canadian brand (I think). They’re really good. Maybe I should pick some up on the way home from work. Mr. Lissar would appreciate it What flavour did you get? Jalapeno is great, and so is lime and black pepper.
The sort of store brand President’s Choice makes gourmet chips, too, in roasted garlic and rosemary and sea salt and a bunch of other flavours I can’t remember. They’re really really good, but about $4 a bag.
Morning, everyone. Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day. I’ve got to wear something piratical to work. Can I borrow a parrot?
