You can't take me anywhere...

My loving husband has given me the most wonderful summer.  He has been very successful in setting aside Friday nights as date night for the two of us.  It has been one of the best parts of summer for me.   Once a week I put on something nice, wear shoes that haven't seen the inside of the barn and spray on a spritz of smelly water in the fancy bottle.  I even experiment a bit with the eyeshadow and blush. We are talking complete sophistication here.


Tonights dinner was a disaster... that is another story all together.  Some people just don't have the skills to wait tables.  *note to readers in search of a job waiting tables.... do not make customers wait anywhere even close to 30 minutes before you approach their table for the first time.  It really isn't going to get you very far in the land of tips*  Not wanting to stay at that particular restaurant for dessert we decided to leave and stop by 7-11 for a Slurpee.  What sophisticated night out doesn't include a Slurpee?  


Just how hard is it to use the slurpee machine?  Apparently pretty darn hard!  Any bit of sophistication I had was out the door when it came to this cherry slurpee.  First I reached in front of this guy to grab the wrong lid for my cup.  I didn't want to reach in front of him being civilized and all. He was talking on his phone and had been hovering over the lids for quite some time, what choice did I have?  After realizing I was holding the wrong sized lid I had to reach in again.... how embarrassing.  He was now setting up his three cups getting ready to fill them all.  Not wanting to keep the hubby waiting I quickly filled my cup before Mr. Cell Phone started filling his 3 cups.  I set my cup down to grab a straw and when I turned around...... THE SLURPEE MONSTER was trying to escape from my cup!  The cherry slupree was growing and growing.  It had pushed the lid off of my cup and was starting to come down the sides.  The man chuckled at my unfortunate state of being and began to fill his cups while I sat there staring at my mess wondering what I was going to do.  As suave and sophisticated as I could I put the straw in and began to inhale my frozen cherry mess.  As I took a moment to relieve my brain freeze I looked over at Mr. Cell Phone and to my delight.... he had THREE Slurpee monsters of his own!!!  I wanted to laugh out loud but that wouldn't have been suave or sophisticated now would it?  I grabbed some napkins, wiped my cup off, and proceeded with my head held high to the register, hoping they wouldn't charge me for two.  


Later as we were driving down the road something happened (don't ask me what, because I have no clue) and I ended up with Slurpee on my shirt.  Rodi (David) then informed me I was no longer allowed to get Slurpees.  I think he may be right.  If anything I shouldn't be allowed to fill my Slurpee cup without adult supervision.


*a good blogger would have snapped a photo of the Slurpee  monster with their camera phone*