A few weeks ago, I had a great idea! My Man Out of Jail and I (who, by the way I have now been seeing for over a year (I KNOW!)) really wanted to taste the "Best Hamburger in America" as rated by somebody important. It just so happened that "Best Hamburger in America" was only about a 40 minute drive away. Man Out of Jail said, "Let's drive." And I said, "Wait! I have a great idea! Let's ride public transit!"
In Texas, those are famous last words.
"Best Hamburger in America" was pretty awesome....BUT... it took 4 hours to get it and then 3 more hours to get back home and about 2 of those hours were spent waiting for a bus/train in 100 degree heat. It was a disaster. And it was all my idea.
Needless to say, Man Out of Jail won't be listening to any of my "great" ideas anytime soon.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, that when we were getting off of the train, to then get on the bus that would take us to "Best Hamburger in America," I fell down the stairs, flat on my face and broke my flip-flop (and lost the last two ounces of my dignity). Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk in a broken flip-flop? It probably would have been easier to hop.
*sigh* I have good intentions, though. It's too bad the road to heaven isn't paved with them.
2 comments:
Yeah. Um. Remember the time you made me ride pulic transportation to the zoo? You didn't learn that time and your probably won't learn this time.
No! I will!! I'll learn!! I swear! No more public transportation, unless I'm completely and utterly ALONE!
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