My goodness you guys, I have to get *some* work done today!
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Part XIII - Preparation.
"Clark, I don't like that girl. I want you to make sure to keep the armrest in your truck down so she can't scoot over or something!"
"Mom, if she tries anything funky, she's riding home in the BACK of the truck."
Ok, so maybe I was all talk. But the talk about the household was all leading the same way: I was in for a rough evening.
It turned out I was in for a rough day as well. A hot office, lots of software to test, and 3 separate visits to beta-testing sites requiring over 4 hours driving around Whattown in heavy traffic. I got off work around 5:30 and headed out to the 'burbs. A quick scouting around at the major shopping mall near my home and I had the date planned.
Dinner was to be at the luxurious eatery "The Feed Bag." No, I'm not kidding, that's really the name of the restaurant. Burgers and fries, but not quite fast food à la McDonalds. Post-dinner entertainment would be provided courtesy of the good people of Cinemark Discount Theater ($1.50 a seat!) The movie would finish up around 9:00pm or 9:30pm, and I could drop her off and head over to my older sister's apartment to try to rescue her laptop from the harddrive crash she had called me about just before leaving work.
I pulled up to the house. I got out of my very new Ford Ranger pickup (always immaculately clean for a date, even if I didn't like her). I walked up to the door. I looked down at my watch as I did, timing my very footsteps as the seconds counted down.
5:59:57
5:59:58
5:59:59
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ding dong*00:00
Can't wait for the next installment... TAG! 