Ha!

So, apparently, at the suggestion of a friend, I should have a blog. So, without further ado..

Ta da!

To be honest, I've been meaning to get back into writing and journaling and this is one way to do it, I suppose. Not that I ever thought I was such a great writer or anything. I like words and I like thinking but sometimes the two do not merge into proper thoughts that make sense. So.. bear with me as I display my true lameness. Also, I'll display my ability to ramble about nothing, go off on tangents, bitch about nothing in particular, etc. So, onto the fun...

I am all for saving money and buying frugally. I know a lot of people who are the same way, especially in our current economy. But there are some things where you can't be too cheap or skimpy. Yesterday on our way to Louisiana to visit the in laws, I stopped in Houston to get gas. The place I chose to stop always has the cheapest gas around. The store is a huge convenience store that also has a restaurant and showering facilities. I guess you could say it's a truck stop, too. Anyway, they have all sorts of knick knacks and toys and DVD's and other assorted merchandise.

As we're standing in line to pay for the gas, the guy in front of me steps up to the counter and hands the clerk a small cloth bag and a crumpled receipt. He tells her that he wants to exchange "it" for something else. So the clerk bends down to pick up a long, thin box and lays it on the counter. I step to the side just a bit to see what is in the box... lo and behold, it's a box of rings. Like, gold rings. For your fingers.

I look at the guy's face as he is intent on picking through the various rings. I wonder what the hell is going on here. These are all women's rings and the clerk was holding a plain ring with a very small stone set onto it. The guy began mumbling to himself and my kids were getting antsy. He said to the clerk, out of nervousness I am sure, "She wasn't happy with the one I gave her so..."

Well, I guess not, motherfucker. Even I, who does not know jackshit about jewelry, would know a TRUCK STOP DIAMOND RING if I saw one. And you're trading it for another piece of fabulousness? Oh please no.

So, he finally chose his best option and even received $3 back in the difference of price. I paid for my gas and then walked out of the store imagining the situation with that guy and his ladyfriend where he gives her a crappy truck stop ring to replace the previous less crappy truck stop ring. I figured he'd end up on the receiving end of an open handed slap.

I can understand not having the money to buy the right piece of jewelry for someone. But these rings were $25. He could have went to Wal Mart or some place to get something for about the same price that at least looked decent. From what I saw, these were nothing special or distinct and the gold was so fake-looking, they were nearly glowing yellow.

Anyway, I hope it all works out well and that his bruises heal quickly. Because, really, at least he was trying to buy a gift for his special lady, which is more than I can say for some guys out there. And some women, too!

Well, I think this is good for now. I'll see how soon I can post again. :)