order number 69

let's recap my day today and all the nonsense that happened before the clock even struck lunchtime.

for starters, i had an online exam that was due today. i thought it was due at 2:00 pm. luckily for me i put on my thinking cap and decided to check the due time again before i left for the day. it was due at 10:00 am. i finished it and got a B, ok, whatever.

so, i go to work. totally normal.

then, i decide to go to my favorite place ever (besides disneyland) homegoods to "browse."

after much browsing, i decided i was hungry. ok, so i'll just grab some ned's on the way home.

still normal. i order, get my cup, go to get a fountain drink, totally underestimate the speed that the soda is poured from the machine and not a second later there is foamy goodness all over my hands and cup and keys and receipt. so, i ask for some napkins to clean up my silly mess. normal.

sit. wait. they call my name. she hands me just a sandwich.

then i felt silly for having to ask for my chips.

"oh, i thought i ordered a combo?"

she hands over the chips, i smile and say thank you.

cue exit.

my hands are full. i'm going to leave, the man who was in front of me on our way out kicks the door open to let himself out. i thought to myself, "that looks easy, since my hands are clearly full there's no way i can push the door open with my hands like a normal human being."

i kick the door open. it doesn't open all the way and somehow manages to catch my drink between the door and tears it from my hand. it drops to the ground. the lady sitting at the picnic table outside just stares at me.

did you see that massive puddle of pop outside of ned's krazy sub today?

yea. that was me.

thankfully, ned has nice workers and they gave me a new cup and didn't let me cry over spilled soda.

i finally get in my car to drive away from the awful scene.

then i curbed it.

screech!

i brushed that off.

then i pulled up to the stoplight to turn but a car was blocking my view so i moved forward to where i was now blocking the pedestrian crosswalk from an old man who liked like he just returned from the vietnam war. he had to walk outside the lines and then i felt bad.

i decided that i needed to just get home and keep myself away from society for the common good.

but i still needed to stop at the bank to take some cash out, so i did.

*insert debit card into atm*

cannot read card.

after 6 swipes i finally got it.

*enter i.d. number*

and i think to myself, i.d. number? what is an i.d. number?

mind you this is my first debit card so i've never really used an atm before.

i figured an i.d. number is the same as an account number so i begin entering my account number while thinking, "this sure is a lot of numbers to have to enter at an atm...and this is a number that should be kept private. sketchy."

*invalid i.d. number*

fed up at this point, i head inside to see a teller.

i tell her i need to make a withdrawl, and ask her if it is a debit card that i'm supposed to use at the atm. she says yes. ok, so i'm not completely incompetent.

then i tell her the atm asked for my i.d. number and i don't know what it is (since i'm new to this bank and all) and she looks at me and says, "yea, your pin number?"

lightbulb.

oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

i.d. number = pin number.

today is lame.

is it bedtime yet?