From Not Always Right : When The Cars Align, But So Do The Stars
I am driving to work, and another car breaks a whole range of laws at an intersection. Long story short, I end up with a huge dent on the side of my car and a snapped-off mirror. I’m about to get out of the car to swap insurance details, but the driver of the other car screeches away once they’ve composed themselves.
“Great,” I think. “Just what I needed.”
I get to the fast food place where I work and start taking orders. Later in the day, the planets align for me, as a very recognizable yellow SUV pulls into the parking lot. I even notice the slight dent on the vehicle from where it collided with mine.
A stereotypical soccer mom type steps out of the car, yammering on her phone (gee, it’s a wonder she didn’t have an accident!), and walks into the store.
Customer: Still on her phone call “I’ll have a [chicken sandwich meal].”
Me: “Do you have a rewards account with us?”
Customer: Between her call and me “No, what’s that?”
Me: “Oh, it allows you to get discounts on meals with us. All we need is your phone number and your email, and the first meal is on the house.”
Customer: “Sweet! Sign me up!”
I wrote down her details, and off she went with her free meal. I might have had to pay for her meal out of my pocket, but my insurance company is going to be charging her a lot more when I pass on her details along with her license plate number!
Yakety Sax about 1 month ago
From Not Always Right : When The Cars Align, But So Do The Stars
I am driving to work, and another car breaks a whole range of laws at an intersection. Long story short, I end up with a huge dent on the side of my car and a snapped-off mirror. I’m about to get out of the car to swap insurance details, but the driver of the other car screeches away once they’ve composed themselves.
“Great,” I think. “Just what I needed.”
I get to the fast food place where I work and start taking orders. Later in the day, the planets align for me, as a very recognizable yellow SUV pulls into the parking lot. I even notice the slight dent on the vehicle from where it collided with mine.
A stereotypical soccer mom type steps out of the car, yammering on her phone (gee, it’s a wonder she didn’t have an accident!), and walks into the store.
Customer: Still on her phone call “I’ll have a [chicken sandwich meal].”
Me: “Do you have a rewards account with us?”
Customer: Between her call and me “No, what’s that?”
Me: “Oh, it allows you to get discounts on meals with us. All we need is your phone number and your email, and the first meal is on the house.”
Customer: “Sweet! Sign me up!”
I wrote down her details, and off she went with her free meal. I might have had to pay for her meal out of my pocket, but my insurance company is going to be charging her a lot more when I pass on her details along with her license plate number!
NOT my story!
GROG Premium Member about 1 month ago
He’s not Lucy.
seanfear about 1 month ago
sorry Rory but business is business ….
ladykat 30 days ago
Such as: why are you hauling people around in Rory’s wagon?
BeniHanna6 Premium Member 30 days ago
Why doesn’t the boy have his helmet on, and he still has that vacant stare on his face.
Bill D. Kat Premium Member 30 days ago
This is a widely misquoted line from ‘I Love Lucy’. Ricky never actually said it. It’s an urban myth.
Impkins Premium Member 30 days ago
A clear case of wagon theft. :)
BRBurns1960 29 days ago
He roped me into it