Well, as a personal congratulations to myself (for passing that god-awful fitness test you read about yesterday), I decided sometime in the afternoon that I would finally go out and get that tattoo I've been wanting to get for... oh, about... 2 years, now.
Whilst sitting at work (which was dreadfully boring, due to lots of snow, and no flying), I decide this afternoon might be an ideal time to pop by my local tattoo parlour and express my interest in getting said tattoo. "Excellent. That should be an ideal time to get it done.", thinks I to myself, giving myself a mental pat on the back for such masterful planning abilities.
My shift finally ends (and got no more interesting, by the way), and I make my way home, quite excited at the prospect of getting ink done again. Still with a smile on my face, I wander into my bed-room to change out of my uniform, and I see a conspicuous chat window on my monitor which had not been there when I went to work. Curious, I open it to find an apparently frantic friend requesting I call her ASAP after finding this message.
I do this and come to learn that another friend of mine (from the lovely province of Nova Scotia), is on his way west-bound, but, however, has no transportation between the airport and Moose Jaw. My apparently frantic friend, was indeed frantic, and growing more so as she detailed every action she took to attempt to secure a ride for our now mutual friend. Knowing that should I do nothing at this point, my friends pretty little head will likely explode, I wedge a word in edge-wise and tell her to simply stop talking for a moment.
Thankfully, she complies, and I make it clear to her that I have no problem with taking some time out of my life to pick up a friend who I've known for the past decade and then some. Gradually her heart-rate lessens and she thanks me repeatedly. "Not a problem, glad to do it. I'll see you when I drop him off.... okay, goodbye."
*CLICK*
Damn... I forgot about the tattoo... damn... I was looking forward to that... oh, well. I'm sure I can schedule an appointment sometime soon, anyway. No worries.
I then make my way to the afore-mentioned tattoo parlour, and casually chat with the fine, upstanding gentlemen there for a time before I attempt to work out a decent time for my return...
"How's April the 11th?", says they, much to my chagrin.
... the 11th? dang....
"Oh, wait... this guy wants to re-schedule his appointment... will the 4th work?"
... well... better... but still, dang...
"Yeah, the 4th can work... I suppoose..."
So... there... it's scheduled (though lamentably farther in the future than I had hoped), my friend arrived a mere 6 minutes later than his ticket had promised, and the dear lady's pretty little head reamains un-exploded.
All in all, a good day.
Whilst sitting at work (which was dreadfully boring, due to lots of snow, and no flying), I decide this afternoon might be an ideal time to pop by my local tattoo parlour and express my interest in getting said tattoo. "Excellent. That should be an ideal time to get it done.", thinks I to myself, giving myself a mental pat on the back for such masterful planning abilities.
My shift finally ends (and got no more interesting, by the way), and I make my way home, quite excited at the prospect of getting ink done again. Still with a smile on my face, I wander into my bed-room to change out of my uniform, and I see a conspicuous chat window on my monitor which had not been there when I went to work. Curious, I open it to find an apparently frantic friend requesting I call her ASAP after finding this message.
I do this and come to learn that another friend of mine (from the lovely province of Nova Scotia), is on his way west-bound, but, however, has no transportation between the airport and Moose Jaw. My apparently frantic friend, was indeed frantic, and growing more so as she detailed every action she took to attempt to secure a ride for our now mutual friend. Knowing that should I do nothing at this point, my friends pretty little head will likely explode, I wedge a word in edge-wise and tell her to simply stop talking for a moment.
Thankfully, she complies, and I make it clear to her that I have no problem with taking some time out of my life to pick up a friend who I've known for the past decade and then some. Gradually her heart-rate lessens and she thanks me repeatedly. "Not a problem, glad to do it. I'll see you when I drop him off.... okay, goodbye."
*CLICK*
Damn... I forgot about the tattoo... damn... I was looking forward to that... oh, well. I'm sure I can schedule an appointment sometime soon, anyway. No worries.
I then make my way to the afore-mentioned tattoo parlour, and casually chat with the fine, upstanding gentlemen there for a time before I attempt to work out a decent time for my return...
"How's April the 11th?", says they, much to my chagrin.
... the 11th? dang....
"Oh, wait... this guy wants to re-schedule his appointment... will the 4th work?"
... well... better... but still, dang...
"Yeah, the 4th can work... I suppoose..."
So... there... it's scheduled (though lamentably farther in the future than I had hoped), my friend arrived a mere 6 minutes later than his ticket had promised, and the dear lady's pretty little head reamains un-exploded.
All in all, a good day.
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Kisses
i want to know what kind of tattoo you're getting too.