So I just was looking at the S-T stats, and it read: 2666.
Which of course, made me laugh.
And then I was wondering, who got 1666 this year? I’ll have to check when I get to work tomorrow.
Mr. A also has decided that he’s going to convert the rec hall into a place for me to live so that I don’t have to go to Japan. Seeing as his other ploys didn’t work out, I wonder how this one is going to fair. You gotta give it to him though, Mr. A is pretty awesome.
“I JUST GOT SOME SPANISH GUY CALLING ME ON MY JESUS PHONE!”
“What did you do? Did you just hang up on them?”
“Yes.”
Hahahahahahahahaha.
I should probably mention he was holding up his cell phone as he was saying this.
I am getting a cold.
I can feel it… my throat is getting all dry and sore and no amount of liquid has made it feel better.
I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO CATCH A COLD.
Although I guess you never really are.
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Admitedly, wearing flip flops to work when it was cold out (today) probably wasn’t my brightest idea.
But I don’t want to give innnn and I want to keep wearing them.
It’s like the other day. My boss was going, ‘IT’S COOOLLD. IT’S COOOLLLD’, yet he was wearing shorts.
So I said, ‘…. why are you wearing shorts if you’re cold!?’
And he replied, ‘BECAUSE I WON’T GIVE IN TO IT!’
Hahahaha.
Ahh, I’m thirsty, but too warm to actually get out of bed to get a drink.
A: DAVE! If you ever want to go camping in Poland, these people left their brochure!
D: Oooh!
A: They stayed here, and they own a campground there. So they gave this to us.
D: *takes brochure* Ooh. THEY EVEN HAVE FISH THERE! THEY HAVE FISHING.
A: Yeah! It looks nice. AND THEY LEFT US A KEYCHAIN.
D: It’s nice! Did you show my father?
A: No, not yet.
Okay, so this probably isn’t half as funny if you don’t know my boss, but for those that do I’m sure you can appreciate the conversation.
. . . I totally think this guy just asked me where the sex shops are in Niagara Falls.
He asked and I said, “Pardon?”, thinking that I didn’t hear him right but it turns out I may have, because the second time around I swear he said the same thing.
Afer much consideration, I began wondering if he was saying SNACK shops, because he did have a bit of an accent so maybe I just wasn’t hearing him clearly. But the second time, he said it a lot quieter O_O
That’s one I’ve never been asked, if that’s indeed what he asked.
I told him that he can find anything he’s looking for on Lundy’s Lane.
It’s not that there’s anything wrong with asking about or going to sex shops, I was just taken aback. Especially seeing as it’s a family campground. . . you know, usually with hundreds of children running around aimlessly.
Working at a campground you get to meet all sorts of interesting people and encounter situations you probably never thought happened in the realm of reality.
While the following two things do not by any means stretch the limitations of your mind, they are at the very least mildly entertaining.
So I walk into the store today, about a minute late. Fortunately no one really minds because it’s the off season and it’s not like there are people banging down your front door to get anything (which, does happen in the busy summer season). When I get behind the counter, there are three notes sitting there. One is just telling me to do the total out, which is fine (and gives me something to do later today) and the other two:
(As a note, I’m typing it in caps because that’s the way my boss writes).
HABITAT #28
PART OF THE WALL BLEW OUT DURING STORM.
I STUCK IT BACK TOGETHER BUT IT IS NOT RIGHT. BETTER CHECK IT.
And the next one is my personal favourite of the two:
TRAILER 69 FORGOT TO GIVE IN THE KEY. WILL SEND IT BACK TO US.
ALSO SHE LEFT HER TEETH!
BOTTOM PLATE, SHE THINKS IN THE BATHROOM OR BEDROOM.CALL IF YOU FIND IT.
(Insert contact information here)
There’s another lady staying here who’s her own breed of special, but I’ll post about that at a later date.
This is the conversation I had this morning with my father on my way out the door.
Him: When are you leaving?
Me: Right now.
Him: Oh, okay. When are you finished?
Me: I’m not sure, I have to wait until Jenn gets there.
Him: Will it be after three?
Me: I think so.
Him: Oh…
Me: Why?
Him: I’m going to a blues club tonight, and I wanted to take your car.
Me: Okay…
Him: Will you be home by 5?
Me: Yeah, I’ll be home before that. When are you leaving?
Him: I don’t get off work until 7.
Me: . . . . . . . .
Him: O_O
Me: Why did I need to be home before 5 then?
Him: Oh… I don’t know!
Haha, it made me laugh. I think by the end he was like oh crap, why am I even asking this but it was just so random because it pretty much made no sense whatsoever. If anything, my dad is amusing. And I don’t mean that in any sort of mean way, he’s funny.
Today I had this lady into the campground store. She’s been there for a few days, and I remember the first time I talked to her she was kind of intense. She told me that there was an ad that said we had free wifi, and I explained to her that no, it doesn’t say free wifi. It says that there is wifi available in the park, which is true, but it’s not free.
Anyways, she was okay with it. She’s just very straight faced.
So today, she comes in.
Her: The whirlpool.
Me: I’m sorry?
Her: The whirlpool.
Me: Okay, you want to know how to get there?
Her: What is it?
Me: O_O It’s… a whirlpool.
Her: Oh.
Me: Yeah, like… a giant pool of swirly water? (I had no idea what else to say and I was kind of taken aback by the question)
Her: Oh I see.
Me: It’s just up the river, it’s not right by the falls.
Her: Can we go to it?
Me: Well there’s the Aero Car, which goes over it.
Her: Okay. Can we swim in it?
Me: … In the whirlpool?
Her: Yeah.
Me: No… you’ll die.
Her: Oh.
Me: It’s huge, and really strong.
Her: So, where do you go?
[Shows her on the map]
Her: So you can just see it?
Me: Yeah, you can just park over here, and see it. Or you can ride the Aero Car if you want.
Her: Oh okay. But we can’t swim there?
Me: … no. It’s a giant whirlpool.
Her: What’s over here?
Me: Well if you keep going up the river, you’ll see the botanical gardens, the Butterfly Conservatory and the parkway here goes right into Niagara on the Lake. It’s a nice little heritage town with interesting shops.
Her: Can we swim there?
Me: There are places you could swim there… but I wouldn’t recommend it. If you want to go swimming, go to Crystal Beach.
So I ended up giving her directions there and she went on her merry way. But I honestly couldn’t get over the whole whirlpool thing. I mean, honestly. It’s a giant whirlpool.
See, the giant whirlpool that would kill you if you tried to swim in it?
It reminds me of that guy who on the phone, asked me if they could go have drinks in it. I think he thought I was talking about a jacuzzi, but he was pretty shocked when I told him no, because it would kill him, haha.
I got more dragon eggs, so please click and help my babies grow!
I have reached a new level of sad with my dragons, haha. If you look at the sidebar on Pink-Spider.net, you’ll see the eggs and then a link which opens a pop-up window. Check it out for my new levels of lameness. It’s awesome lameness though and it entertains me (I totally wrote ‘entertains men’ first) so it’s worth it.
And I keep going to Shattered-Tranquility.net and starting posts that should be in Pink-Spider.net and vice versa.
One day I’m going to screw up and look like a total idiot.
