Guten morgen. It's Saturday morning. Not much going on at the moment--Alyssa's at work and I'm waiting for Sheridan and Beth to get here so we can drive to Idaho Falls and visit Gramps. Things are good; we're both enjoying our work and life in general. No word back on the house that Julie put in an offer on; apparently the real estate agent was "a little crooked" and told another potential buyer what our offer was, and they put in a higher offer. I swear the real estate world is turning into Ebay.
Tuesday my office had a visit from Marjorie Scardino, CEO of Pearson and, according to Forbes for 2007, the 17th most powerful woman in the world. Yeah, she's ahead of Oprah AND Hillary Clinton AND Queen Elizabeth the Whatevereth of England. Ay caramba! No, I didn't actually get to meet her, but she DID pass by my office a few times. Good thing management made us clean our desks before she arrived, because mine was a pigsty, and if she had seen it like that, I might actually be LIVING in a pigsty right now. No, kidding aside, I'm sure Marjorie is just loads of sweetness and fun. Ahem...
Yesterday we went to Lagoon because Overstock had some kind of company party thingermabobber and Shawn had a bunch of extra tickets. The trip for Alyssa and I didn't start out that great; she and Laura and Becca stood in line at the Jet Star for about an hour, and when they got to the front of the line they realized you can't have single riders. Yeah, it's blatant discrimination against groups with odd numbers. Anyway, Alyssa wouldn't have been able to ride, so Laura and Becca convinced me to go through the gate to join Alyssa so she could ride. (I hadn't planned to go at all because I hate the Jet Star.) Long story short, just as we were about to get on the roller coaster, the operator guy--who should take some satisfaction in knowing that he'll probably be a roller coaster operator for the rest of his life--kicked us out for "line-jumping," notwithstanding the fact that Alyssa had been in line for an hour and there were no signs saying you couldn't ride alone until the very front of the line, so none of us would have had any way of knowing anyway. I wasn't too put out, since, as I mentioned, I'm not a Jet Star fan, but I felt pretty bad that Alyssa didn't get to go. Things eventually got better though; we went on some crazy big roller coasters that could kick the Jet Star's butt any day of the week. (You say roller coasters don't have butts? The Jet Star does. That ride operator guy. Zing! I hope he reads this.) Alyssa and I also bought a hamburger hat as a souvenir of our trip and also of what we ate for lunch that day. (See the above photo for a really hot visual aid.) Also, by astonishing coincidence, I saw two different people from my work, both of whom are related or married to people who work for Overstock, and also Sunny Beck, whom I went to school with, but even though I was about five feet away from him and yelling his name and waving my arms and he was staring right in my direction, he didn't see me. It was weird.
Well, that be it for now. Toodles!
3 Comments:
I hope the Jet Star butt gets wiped and Flushed!
That was enjoyable! Thank you very much for your story and update. I read it to Justin and we both laughed. Ben, you are one humorous fellow. I am sorry to Alyssa for not being able to ride Jet Star. From the sounds of it, the operator dude wasn't very nice and therefore didn't deserve individuals of your caliber riding his ride. It is good to hear from you. Glad you are doing well.
One more post and you will have just as many posts as last year...
Just an observation.
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