I live in an area that has direct access to every suburban nicety you could need. Target? Which one? There are two within three miles of my house. Kohl's? Same thing. Grocery stores? I lost count at six within the same radius. I can walk a half mile to McDonalds, Burger King, Arby's, Taco Bell, Wendy's, Boston Market, Potbelly's, three Coney Island's, and Timmy Ho's all from my front door. (That's just the fast food. You can also add Outback, TGIF's, Applebees, and if you tack on another mile, Panera, Buffalo Wild Wings, Chili's, Olga's... I could go on but this is making me hungry, and it's a loooooong time until lunch.)
It's a wonder I don't weigh 400 pounds. (Although if I exclusively walked to these places it might take a slight edge off the caloric mountain.)(So maybe I'd only weigh 300.)
To some people all this convenience would be a dream. (I'm thinking of my Sister Wife Lyndsay who lives about 1000 miles from anything.)(Although it is really difficult to have a farm where I live.)(So Lynds would be totally out of luck with her goats and soap business.) To others it would be a nightmare. (Truth? The traffic is not my favorite.)(Neither is trying to ride my bike for triathlon training in said traffic.)
I'm a "take the good, take the bad, take 'em both and there you have" kind of girl, and so I'm happy to live in my sweet little
|See all those veggies? It's like I'm eating a|
salad and a bagel, egg, bacon, and cheese
show up to supplement. #healthfood
This might be why the people at Tim Horton's know me.
Since I've been sick, it's been about two weeks since I've contributed to Tim Horton's coffers. (I'm sure their stock has taken a hit.) I had been looking forward to this reunion and anticipated
(*This just became a huge "chicken or the egg" dilemma in my mind. Sometimes in order to have good relationships with people you need to ingest some caffeine in order to be
I took the Ford Flex out for my Post Flu Comeback Tour (which is the car that Brian drives and I'm not as familiar with). It's wonderfully clean because the kiddos mostly stay out of it, so the back seat is not decorated in fossilized french fries and sour sippy cups. I was on the road less than ten seconds when I called Brian to ask how to turn off the rear window windshield wiper
Drive-Thru Intercom Guy: Tim Horton's. May I help you?
Kelly: May I please have a Bagel BELT and a small Iced Capp - no whipped cream?
Drive-Thru Intercom Guy (his name is Eric, FYI): OH HEY! How have you been?
Kelly: Sick, dude.
Eric: Sucks. $5.60 at the window.
While I was waiting for my turn at the window I noticed my windshield was dirty. I started pushing random buttons to find the fluid releaser. I was unsuccessful. (Surprise!) Then it was my turn.
Eric: Here's your Iced Capp. It'll be a second for your sandwich.
This is when I put my straw in my Iced Capp and
And then I giggled.
There is no amount of apologizing that will seem sincere after you laugh at squirting someone with windshield wiper fluid.
Eric was cool about it as I tried to hand him some Tim Horton's napkins from my stash in the car ("Yeah, we have some here, thanks.") but I think it will be a while before I can return without being completely mortified. I guess I'll have to drive either a mile south or a mile east in order to go to a different Tim Horton's until the dust settles. (Or fluid is forgotten.)(Whatever.)