Howdy Peeps! San Antonio is a blast as always. (Durn Mexican food does it everytime.) I am currently engaged in a rousing round of Where's Wal-Mart? The games began when I asked the kid at the front desk of the motel where the nearest Wal-Mart was. I know the term kid is a bit subjective, but I use it advisedly. This dude looked like he was about 5 years shy of needing his first shave. I immediately knew by the look in his eyes that I was in trouble. It was, if you will allow me the cliche, the "deer in the headlights" look so often referenced in the modern nomenclature. He shifted his weight, gave a few glances in every direction but mine, and then tapped on the desk. This is the same reaction I get daily from reps. One will invariably come to my cube and say something like "I've been troubleshooting this Blackberry for an hour and it just won't connect.". To which my first reply is "Did you verify the serial number? You know, that FIRST step you are supposed to do 30 seconds into the call there Ace?". Only I say it in a manner that is positive and shows support. Because I'm a professional. And HR said I have to. In a manner that was positive and showed support. It is then that you see in their eyes that the answer to your question is no. But you also see that they don't want you to know the answer is no. So their mind is spinning to try to find an answer that deflects the question without making an actual yes/no commitment. Finally after a pause that was awkward for all parties involved Front Desk Mini Man RAISED HIS HAND and went Ooo-Ooo-Ooo! Oh no he dint. Oh yes he did. I raised an eybrow to let him know it was important that he conclude the thought and he apparently got the hint. "Go up this road five miles and there is one on the left." I verified the road in question by both name and gesture and noted that he looked quite pleased with himself.
Having secured what little recon I could, I set off on my quest. Turns out he was surprisingly close to being accurate. He was only short by about seven miles. Feeling mighty relieved to have actually located a Wally World, I headed inside to aquire my bounty. Which was in fact NOT Bounty the paper towel, but was indeed socks. Turns out there was a footwear miscalculation and Tahli's socks did not match her intended outfit. I saw no issue with this personally. My philosophy on socks is, as long there are two, you're good. I've been known to wear dress socks with tennis shoes, white socks with my suit, and even the occasional one white/one dress combo. I figure nobody is going to pull up my britches leg for an ankle inspection. And if they do, who am I to deny them a show. I was quickly informed by First Lady Biscuit that this situation was unacceptable. Tahli is supposed to perform in the district talent contest at 8AM and CANNOT do so with improper accessories. This situation demanded action. On the bright side I discovered a donut shop, a BBQ stand and a
Best Buy so at least I'll be entertained tomorrow during the break between morning and evening activities. I was thankfully successful in both locating the proper size and color of socks and in actually returning to the same hotel I left. (Which I once did NOT do and still feel the need to apologize to the couple in Hampton Inn room 315.)
Well that's all for now from the warped land of Biscuit. Time to crash so I can miuster the energy to get through tomorrows glorious activities! Kidsfest ends tomorrow night and its back to the homestead.
Night Peeps!
Edited to say: please excuse any typos. I typed this on phone. Where? It's not relative to the narrative. Let's leave it at that.