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So today I drove out to Elizabethtown, PA, where I went to school, to visit with some friends and see their little ones. My one friend, K, and her family are camping out that way until tomorrow, and they just adopted a little girl from China (she's almost 2 and they brought her home in May), so we got to meet her for the first time (she also has a 4-year-old). My friend S has a 3yo and a 1yo, and C has a almost-5yo and a 1yo (the one-year-olds were born a week apart last July). Plus we had their husbands, and me and 2 other "single" girls (one's married but her hubs didn't come).
We met up at school, had lunch in the cafeteria (which was at least once voted one of the top 10 college cafeterias), and went to a nearby park where we could chat and the kids could run around. We had a lovely time visiting, the kids were adorable and well-behaved, and it was a little overcast so the sun wasn't killing us, though it was kind of humid. When the kids started getting tired and the meltdowns were imminent, we headed to Wendy's to get some frozen dessert (and air conditioning).
While we were there eating our Frosty goodness, C went up to the counter to get some juice for her older son (he'll be 5 in September). They didn't have any apple juice so she asked for lemonade, which she thought was bottled, but it isn't. So she asked what size the cups were (meaning she wanted to see the cup since she didn't want too much). She was polite, it was a simple question, and took an extra 10 seconds, maybe. The customer behind her was getting impatient, and said to the cashier, sarcastically, "It's difficult serving the public."
After she told us about this, my friend B told us her own story. She was next in line, but it wasn't her turn yet. Her phone rang, and it was her sister. Since she wasn't ordering yet, or anything, she answered it, and said "I'm in line at Wendy's, can I call you back in a little while." The person behind her said to her that if she hadn't hung up the phone she would have just gone ahead of her because she wouldn't wait for people on cell phones.
And I thought small towns were supposed to be friendly.
Then on my way home, I was in the middle lane of the NJ Turnpike, going 65-70 mph (speed limit is 65, there wasn't much traffic around me, only one car sort of close behind me and in the right lane and one slightly ahead of me in the left) and I see this car just flying up behind me. He had to be doing at least 100. At the last second he swung into the right lane to go around me (scared the hell out of me!) and then back into the middle, then to the left, then had to slow down when he got into some traffic ahead of me. I was so hoping that I would see him pulled over further up the road but no such luck. Just once I want to see one of these jackasses get their comeuppance. Is that too much to ask?
We met up at school, had lunch in the cafeteria (which was at least once voted one of the top 10 college cafeterias), and went to a nearby park where we could chat and the kids could run around. We had a lovely time visiting, the kids were adorable and well-behaved, and it was a little overcast so the sun wasn't killing us, though it was kind of humid. When the kids started getting tired and the meltdowns were imminent, we headed to Wendy's to get some frozen dessert (and air conditioning).
While we were there eating our Frosty goodness, C went up to the counter to get some juice for her older son (he'll be 5 in September). They didn't have any apple juice so she asked for lemonade, which she thought was bottled, but it isn't. So she asked what size the cups were (meaning she wanted to see the cup since she didn't want too much). She was polite, it was a simple question, and took an extra 10 seconds, maybe. The customer behind her was getting impatient, and said to the cashier, sarcastically, "It's difficult serving the public."
After she told us about this, my friend B told us her own story. She was next in line, but it wasn't her turn yet. Her phone rang, and it was her sister. Since she wasn't ordering yet, or anything, she answered it, and said "I'm in line at Wendy's, can I call you back in a little while." The person behind her said to her that if she hadn't hung up the phone she would have just gone ahead of her because she wouldn't wait for people on cell phones.
And I thought small towns were supposed to be friendly.
Then on my way home, I was in the middle lane of the NJ Turnpike, going 65-70 mph (speed limit is 65, there wasn't much traffic around me, only one car sort of close behind me and in the right lane and one slightly ahead of me in the left) and I see this car just flying up behind me. He had to be doing at least 100. At the last second he swung into the right lane to go around me (scared the hell out of me!) and then back into the middle, then to the left, then had to slow down when he got into some traffic ahead of me. I was so hoping that I would see him pulled over further up the road but no such luck. Just once I want to see one of these jackasses get their comeuppance. Is that too much to ask?
). Most action I've gotten in a long time 
. I told him if he's got any friends in the 30-35 range to pass along my number 
Glad u had fun anyways.
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