the rack review: week four

i only did two this week. but they were a good two. (some might say an overly generous two. whatever.) i tweaked the second one. because i can. because i thought of something infinitely more awesome.

eighteen: give a present to a convenience store attendant on christmas eve. this would be a forty-dollar gift card to cinemark, tucked in a christmas card (with snoopy and woodstock on the cover ... because i couldn't find any with calvin and hobbes ... and i would be ALL over some calvin christmas cards. so if you know where a gal might be able to score some of those for future reference, let me know.)

(because while i dig this card:

it's not so appropriate for the season.)

anyway. so. gift card tucked in a snoopy card. handed off to an elderly man behind the counter in a small(ish) town with instructions to treat himself and a friend to a good story.

nineteen. give a present to an attendant on christmas day. i had this lovely brain fart christmas morning (or maybe it was late, late christmas eve, and i was too tuckered to do anything about it) to buy the lovely boys manning one of the units of the local fire department dinner. it was, in theory, a really swell idea.

you know what happens when i have really swell ideas? i botch them. beautifully.

it doesn't help at all when the guy i chat with is cute. that just makes it worse.

i find cute guy in the trailer behind the building housing their trucks and gear and living quarters. he is running on the treadmill. i smile at him, because it hasn't fully registered yet that he is cute. i've thought it, of course, but the thought hasn't reached that part of my brain that botches things, so i'm still fun and flirty me.

i ask how many are working today.

nine.

this is not a good answer. i'd only brought a hundred bucks with me. you can't feed nine guys manly food at a decent restaurant for a hundred bucks. but that thought doesn't faze me yet, either.

the decent restaurant?

saltgrass.

you very definitely cannot feed nine guys on a hundred bucks there.

and yet, i'm still unfazed.

i ask if they ever go out to eat together or if they split up. if it's the same guys working together, usually. if he and his coworkers are gonna be there a while.

and then i head for saltgrass.

duh. it's christmas. and they, like pretty much everything else on this earth on this day, are closed.

somewhere between the door of saltgrass and the counter at cvs pharmacy, i lose my debit card.

now i am fazed. because now, it's not going easy breezy as i'd hoped it would, and it's dawned on me that the guy was pretty cute, and a hundred dollar gift card isn't going to cut it.

so i buy four twenty-five dollar cards and take them to the folks at the fire station. and i head to back to saltgrass, thinking maybe i'd dropped my card in the parking lot.

i didn't.

i'd tossed it on the passenger seat, and in my crazy, crazy driving, it'd fallen off the right side and was hiding out beneath the seat.

so i go back to cvs and buy three more cards which is what i was going to do in the first place, and take them to the boys.

and now the cute guy is laughing at me. and another one is calling out merry christmas to ya without looking at me and in a tone of voice that's somewhat dismissive.

and i'm thinking, great. you look like a blithering idiot. again.

oh, and they didn't get a snoopy card, because i forgot to bring one with me.

i so could've done that better.