February 25, 2007

  • A lady at work is selling shit from a catalog for her kid's school. One of the things in the catalog was chocolate waffle mix. The only problem is that I don't have a waffle maker/waffle iron Which is the proper term? I have always preferred waffle maker, so we are going to go with that. After discussing it with people at work, I made an important decision: I was going to invest in a waffle iron. Today was the big day when I purchased the waffle iron. First, I went to Best Buy where I was not able to get a reasonably priced waffle maker, so I bought the next best thing most like a waffle maker: Martin Scorsese's "The Departed". This was the first time I have ever bought a movie without ever seeing it. I have no doubts I will like it; it is my type of movie. Best Buy had only one waffle maker and although it makes 4 waffles, it was also $80. So I went to Meijer. They had a couple of different waffle makers, one was about $40 and the other was $10. Although I got approved for finacing for both, I needed a co-signer for the $40 one. This was a tough call, I mean it took me the whole week to get approved financing for the waffle maker. I also have to take into consideration re-sale value. Whenever you buy a waffle maker, it starts to go down in value as soon as you get it through the door. If I buy the $10 one, it will be worth $6 by the time I get home. Also, would it still be around for me to pass on down to my kids or nieces when I die? Sure, the payments are much lower than the $40 waffle maker, but is it worth it if its a lemon and I have to keep having to have it repaired. It also had no extras, there was no AC, no cruise control, no waffle defroster, and no anti-lock breaks, but it does stand as good a chance as starting as Randy's truck. Of course, the other one did not have any of those extras either, but it came in a bigger box because it made 4 waffles instead of 2. Then again, no waffle makers come with any of those extras, although they still stand a better chance of starting compared to Randy's truck. In the end, I decided on a compromise: I would pay for the $40 waffle iron and steal the $10 waffle maker. Being winter, I had on a really large coat. I stuffed it underneath my coat, but left it unzipped because, hey, it was fucking hot in there. The checkout lady asked me what I had in my shirt. I told her nothing, I was wearing 3D shirt of a waffle iron. Nobody else questioned me until I got to the door, at which time I turned around, screamed SUCKERS, flipped them all the finger and started to run. At first, I ran back into the store. Then I ran out, and slipped on some ice. I fell over and landed right on the waffle iron, almost hitting my head on a blue 1988 Ford Festiva with a license plate that read BLUEBALL and a bumper sticker that read "I brake for MILFS". I got up and quickly made it to my car, which at first wouldn't start. Turns out, I was attempting to steal a Lexus. Stupid car. I got out and went to my real car and drove off into the sunset, wondering, "what the fuck am I going to do with 2 waffle irons?".

    Ok, so I didn't steal any waffle irons, but instead bought the $10 one. Think about it, why the fuck would I steal a $10 waffle iron and pay for the $40 one. Anywho, I also picked up some waffle mix, so we shall see how it turns out when I make it in the morning.

    I played cards tonight at Scott's house. The first game, I was awful, not really into it and finishing  8th out of 9th. The second game, I took 2nd and the guy that was last in the first game actually won the 2nd game. He was a nice guy who I had never met before. The funny part was that he almost seemed to have a vendetta after finishing last in the first game, because I think he took every single person out in the 2nd game. He rolled to victory, in fact, it was never even close.

    Oh, I'm so excited, spring training has started, we are now less then 6 weeks from opening day and 6 1/2 weeks from when the Cubs being eliminated. GO CUBS!!...............fuckers!

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