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Tuesday, October 11, 2005 One of those days Yesterday my sister, son and I decided to go to the chiropractor. I was way out of whack and finally gave it up and went. We were going to eat a late lunch and do some shopping afterwards. Well, I decided a french dip sounded really good. Then my sister decided a french dip sounded great. So we set out on the mission of finding a place that made them. Sounds simple right? Wrong! After much discussion, I decided that I remembered that the Kettle made a french dip. I have probably not been to a Kettle since high school, in which we usually hit it about 4 am. At that time of the morning the place was like a 5 star restaurant. Anyway, my sister always grabs my purse for me (although she is going to deny this fact) because I have to carry my son, diaper bag etc. So my purse is sitting in the floor RIGHT BESIDE HERS I chunk my keys and cell phone in the purse that is sitting RIGHT BESIDE HERS. She must have had her head up her ass because she completely missed this. I just thought it was understood that she would grab my purse. Next then you know, all doors are closed and she says "you got your keys" and I said "do you have my purse" she said "no" I said "then the keys are in my vehicle." So, I proceeded to call a locksmith and pay $25.00 for his 3 seconds of work and fill out ten minutes of paperwork in the rain. Guess what? No french dips. So I had a really shitty sandwich, my son had some really shitty mashed potatoes and my sister had a really shitty looking omelet. She paid for the culinary delight that now sat heavily on our stomachs (out of guilt I believe) and off to Wal-Mart we went to spend ungodly amounts of money. All of this because we wanted a damn french dip and now something is screwed up in my hip and it hurts all the way down to the arch of my foot. Fuck the French and Dr. Baggett! Not really Dr. Baggett your cool! |
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