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Seeing as how I haven't been able to work most of my winter break, I shall delight you instead with numerous sightings from the past week. A few are self sighting, and the majority of them are from my trip down to Atlantic City earlier in the week.
Karma is a Bitch
My mom and I are driving down to New Jersey and we're approaching the George Washington Bridge. I hate going through here; people are just nuts. My mom's doing 75 mph and people are still speeding by her at 90.
Case in point was this large Jeep that's doing the zig-zag thing through all 4 lanes. He comes up on our right and barely sideswipes us. He gets a well-aimed honk for that, but he ignoes it and zigs away.
20 minutes later on the other side of the bridge we see a cruiser pulled over with the same Jeep in front of him. Nyah nyah.
Hmmm.
Now...I'd never been to Atlantic City before I went last week. The casinos up where I live, if you're under 21, you can't even step on the carpet in any of the gaming areas.
Down here, however, I could watch table games, hover over my mom's shoulder while she played slots, walk wherever I wanted, and floor security never said a thing to me.
I know they don't like minors on the floor (we saw a group of 3 boys get escorted back to the hotel lobby at Bally's), but I'm actually scratching my head over this one. I do not look like I'd be close to being 21.
No Means No
Monday night, our first night there, we went to the Virginia City buffet in Bally's. We had comped buffets (as in two free buffets), and we each got one ticket for a steak at the carving station. You can't get a steak without one of those tickets. This is important.
So the first time I encountered someone without a ticket, they wanted to know what it looked like so they could go back down to the cashier and get one. I showed them mine so they had an idea and went back. The second time I found this problem, however, was at the carving station itself. Thus the following:
Me:
SC1: One of the pair
SC2: The other (not quite as sucky)
B: Butcher/cook at the station
SC1: Ticket? What ticket?
B: You need a red ticket to get a steak. The cashier should have given you one when you paid to get in.
SC2: Where do we get one?
B: The cashier should have given you one when you paid.
SC2: What does it look like?
SC1: He said it was red.
SC2: But what does it look like?
Me: Like this. *holds up ticket*
SC2: Okay. Like that. I'm going to go get mine, c'mon, SC1.
SC1: I don't want to go back down. We're already here.
Me: *decides that perhaps they're really not in line and is longing for the smoky taste of char-grilled beef* *moves up to the counter*
B: *after taking ticket* What kind of steak, please?
Me: A NY Strip would be great, thanks.
SC1: Hey! What are you doing?
Me: Uh...getting a steak?
SC1: With OUR ticket?!
Me: *goddamit why do I get these people*
SC2: Leave her alone...
B: That wasn't your ticket, it was hers.
SC1: No, it was OURS. You stole it.
Me: *that's a new one...* Err...no, I already had this one...
SC2: * has long since then walked away*
SC1: You'd better give that back...
B: *swipes ticket from counter and hands me the strip steak*
SC1: *major catbutt face*
Me: *biting tongue and resisting urge to say "Have a cow, man"* Thank ya.
I make it back to my table, leaving her steaming. Mom looks at me.
Mom: What was that all about?
Me: I dunno. Mad cow disease.
Mom: *throws lemon skewer from drink*
Uh...Fail?
Took a quick dash into a Radio Shack, and saw their newest Samsung wannabe Blackberry phones. One was red, the other was blue. The blue one sat on the red one's factboard, and vice versa.
Maintenance
We stayed at Harrah's while we were down there. The hair dryer in the room was, well....special. The on button wouldn't stay on; it had to be held down. My mom uses both hands to style her hair, so I had to come in and hold the button down until she was done.
I Dare Ya To Try That Again...
I had to go to Jiffy Lube Friday to get an il change before I went back to campus. I hate going to the one nearest me because they try to pressure you into buying things you don't need done when all you want is an oil change. I know it's probably their job, but it gets very annoying when you've said 5 or 6 times already that you just need an oil change.
So one of the mechanics comes into the lobby and calls my name to take me out and look at my car, which is the standard I guess. He takes me to the computer, points out what's good and what's "not", and tries four times to make me let him change the transmission fluid (which just got changed, and is still showing up red on the screen). He then pulls the "It's not the right color" card on me.
I've had this card pulled before; they try and get you to believe it's the wrong color so they can charge you another $70 on top of the oil change. The last couple times they tried this, I asked them to show me the fluid and wouldn't you know, it was just fine. So I did it again, and the guy goes "Uhm....it's blue."
Blue? Let me see that. It shouldn't be blue. And while it was, it sure wasn't transmission fluid.
It was windshield detergent. He drew from the wrong place.
I drove home VERY carefully.
Ok, done now.
Karma is a Bitch
My mom and I are driving down to New Jersey and we're approaching the George Washington Bridge. I hate going through here; people are just nuts. My mom's doing 75 mph and people are still speeding by her at 90.
Case in point was this large Jeep that's doing the zig-zag thing through all 4 lanes. He comes up on our right and barely sideswipes us. He gets a well-aimed honk for that, but he ignoes it and zigs away.
20 minutes later on the other side of the bridge we see a cruiser pulled over with the same Jeep in front of him. Nyah nyah.
Hmmm.
Now...I'd never been to Atlantic City before I went last week. The casinos up where I live, if you're under 21, you can't even step on the carpet in any of the gaming areas.
Down here, however, I could watch table games, hover over my mom's shoulder while she played slots, walk wherever I wanted, and floor security never said a thing to me.
I know they don't like minors on the floor (we saw a group of 3 boys get escorted back to the hotel lobby at Bally's), but I'm actually scratching my head over this one. I do not look like I'd be close to being 21.
No Means No
Monday night, our first night there, we went to the Virginia City buffet in Bally's. We had comped buffets (as in two free buffets), and we each got one ticket for a steak at the carving station. You can't get a steak without one of those tickets. This is important.
So the first time I encountered someone without a ticket, they wanted to know what it looked like so they could go back down to the cashier and get one. I showed them mine so they had an idea and went back. The second time I found this problem, however, was at the carving station itself. Thus the following:
Me:
SC1: One of the pair
SC2: The other (not quite as sucky)
B: Butcher/cook at the station
SC1: Ticket? What ticket?
B: You need a red ticket to get a steak. The cashier should have given you one when you paid to get in.
SC2: Where do we get one?
B: The cashier should have given you one when you paid.
SC2: What does it look like?
SC1: He said it was red.
SC2: But what does it look like?
Me: Like this. *holds up ticket*
SC2: Okay. Like that. I'm going to go get mine, c'mon, SC1.
SC1: I don't want to go back down. We're already here.
Me: *decides that perhaps they're really not in line and is longing for the smoky taste of char-grilled beef* *moves up to the counter*
B: *after taking ticket* What kind of steak, please?
Me: A NY Strip would be great, thanks.
SC1: Hey! What are you doing?
Me: Uh...getting a steak?
SC1: With OUR ticket?!
Me: *goddamit why do I get these people*
SC2: Leave her alone...
B: That wasn't your ticket, it was hers.
SC1: No, it was OURS. You stole it.
Me: *that's a new one...* Err...no, I already had this one...
SC2: * has long since then walked away*
SC1: You'd better give that back...
B: *swipes ticket from counter and hands me the strip steak*
SC1: *major catbutt face*
Me: *biting tongue and resisting urge to say "Have a cow, man"* Thank ya.
I make it back to my table, leaving her steaming. Mom looks at me.
Mom: What was that all about?
Me: I dunno. Mad cow disease.
Mom: *throws lemon skewer from drink*
Uh...Fail?
Took a quick dash into a Radio Shack, and saw their newest Samsung wannabe Blackberry phones. One was red, the other was blue. The blue one sat on the red one's factboard, and vice versa.
Maintenance
We stayed at Harrah's while we were down there. The hair dryer in the room was, well....special. The on button wouldn't stay on; it had to be held down. My mom uses both hands to style her hair, so I had to come in and hold the button down until she was done.
I Dare Ya To Try That Again...
I had to go to Jiffy Lube Friday to get an il change before I went back to campus. I hate going to the one nearest me because they try to pressure you into buying things you don't need done when all you want is an oil change. I know it's probably their job, but it gets very annoying when you've said 5 or 6 times already that you just need an oil change.
So one of the mechanics comes into the lobby and calls my name to take me out and look at my car, which is the standard I guess. He takes me to the computer, points out what's good and what's "not", and tries four times to make me let him change the transmission fluid (which just got changed, and is still showing up red on the screen). He then pulls the "It's not the right color" card on me.
I've had this card pulled before; they try and get you to believe it's the wrong color so they can charge you another $70 on top of the oil change. The last couple times they tried this, I asked them to show me the fluid and wouldn't you know, it was just fine. So I did it again, and the guy goes "Uhm....it's blue."
Blue? Let me see that. It shouldn't be blue. And while it was, it sure wasn't transmission fluid.
It was windshield detergent. He drew from the wrong place.
I drove home VERY carefully.
Ok, done now.
at both of these. 
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