As I was driving down the unchanging highway for 11 hours straight and going under 70MPH (the speed limit is 65 or under the whole way) I thought about that little response and felt like it was right on the money.
Since I've been here I've had a few encounters that can only happen in Texas... the first one: apparently, I've lost about 15 years in age... the first occourance happened when I went out to eat with my parents and the kid that sat us flirted with me asked me what high school I went to and then found out that I am 32 years old then he blushed and said, thanks for coming in... have a great trip back to Houston. awww... I know... so sweet.
2nd youth experience: HEB grocery store (I've always loathed this store but it's the closest one to my parents house so my dad chose that one to do our grocery shopping) we asked one of the managers where the white cooking wine was I followed him into the isle and he said, you know you have to be 21 to purchase the cooking wine and I said, WOW! REALLY? how funny, and he said, it's not funny it's true. I said, well it's not a problem, I'm 32 and he said, Pffft... No one is going to believe that you're going to need to show ID and I said, okay (all the while he's holding the bottle of cooking wine very reluctant to hand it to me so i'm leaning in trying to make the grab but he keeps pulling away as if I'm going to smuggle it out of the store and drink up around the corner because I'm apparently way too young to purchase this item) so eventually I said, I have an ID and I'm with my DAD and I grabbed a bottle off the shelf and walked away.
#3 another HEB experience: sooo, I decided to swing by the HEB on my way home from working out because I realized that we forgot a few things I walked to the area with the bins of food... You know the ones, they house the grains and gorp and the chocolate covered pretzels that people "sample" as their walking by... anyway, I grabbed a bag filled it with raisins and grabbed another bag and filled that one with pinto beans. I looked everywhere for a little tag and a pen so I could write the number of the bin on the bag, I didn't find one so I took a pen out of my purse and wrote the number on the bag and went on with my shopping... I got to the checkout and the girl held both bags up and with a really vallygirl/pissy voice said... "what is this?" and I said, they're raisins and pinto beans the number is on the bag> again I get a "WHAT IS THIS?" she then called the manager, who walked up and held the bags up and said, (yes you guessed it) What IS THIS??? I said, "pinto beans and raisins, the numbers are written on the bag" she huffed at me, rolled her eyes and said, "WHERE IS THE TAG???" I said, I couldn't find the tag so I WROTE the number of the bin on each bag" she said, "WELL YOU NEED THE TAG! Uhhhh, I'LL DO IT FOR YOU!!" and she huffed off. apparently they're high tech and I'm not, so I didn't see the digital printout that gives you the price for each item... and apparently they don't have the technology to type that number in at the register to get the price for the items so they have to ask you what it is 4 times and then scowl at you so they can do it themselves... however, there was a manager from another store in line behind me who griped them out then went and had a talk with the manager of that store about customer service and attitudes... heehee... karma I love it. :)
#4 I was walking through the mall to meet my dad at the apple store and I passed one of those kiosks where the guys want to clean your rings or sell you "magic nail files" I happend to be passing the latter of the two and the boy who was trying to save my fingernails told me to please excuse his english because he had a terrible accent from croatia I said it's okay I can understand you just fine, but I already own this product and yes, it works miracles... he was amazed that I owned it and then he said something really funny... "what country do you come from?" I said, the US and he said, "no, you have the accent... the different accent from another country" I laughed and realized that he came straight to texas and apparently thought that the Texas accent was the american accent. Ha!
#5 the Starbucks incident... stop with your nasty thoughts about me drinking a cup made by the enemy, it was 7 in the morning and I HAD to be at my grandparents place to hang out with them until their caretaker got there... I looked EVERYWHERE for a small coffee shop and couldn't find one... so I went into Starbucks, uggh... i brought my own to go coffee mug that says pablos on it (sorry pablos) because I'm highly embarrassed to drink from the enemy AND I always have to get a coffee drink because the coffee is so terrible... okay I'm babbling, I ordered my vanilla soy latte, handed them my cup and they looked at me funny then they WROTE on MY CUP!! handed it down and went to wait... after 15 minutes... i'm not kidding you they were sloooow. they put my drink up and instead of READING THE DRINK OFF THE CUP THEY JUST WROTE ON... the girl holds the drink up and says... Ummm Whoever... and handed me my drink... WTF? oh well, that's what i get for going to them for coffee ug.
these are just a few instances of my experiences in Texas... more to come
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