So, there’s this sweepstakes things from Princess Cruiselines for a mother/daughter cruise. I was reading through all the rules and came across this one:
“If selected entrant is a Canadian resident, in order to win the Prize, the selected entrant must first correctly answer unaided a time-limited, mathematical skill-testing question by telephone at a predetermined mutually agreeable time. In the event that the selected entrant is unable to correctly answer the skill-testing question, the Sponsor shall have the right to randomly draw another eligible entrant, and the Sponsor shall be fully and completely released and discharged from any liability or responsibility in this regard. ”
American’s don’t have to take any sort of mathematical time limited exam, just the Canadians. I’m terribly amused by it.
Oh, and if you’re a mother or a daughter, here’s the link so you can enter to win!
Quit’chor bitchin already. I’ll get around to sprucin’ things up when work gets a little more sane.
Until then I’ll post when I can.
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Ok, so I’ve included a rough sketch of the incident since when I described it to Phlome he was just confused.
Here’s how it laid out. I was pulling into a smallish 7-11 that had only 2 gas pump thingies (4 actual pumps, two thingies with pumps on either side of each thingy). On the North side pumps there was a HUGE white SUV, and a smallish red car in front of it. The HUGE white SUV appeared to be finished, and was backing out to go around the red car. So I waited, let it back up, and then pulled to the South side of the pumps to get my gas. Then all of a sudden the HUGE white SUV is driving towards my car. Hence:
I think, well maybe it’s trying to go around me so I don’t open my car door. Then it does nothing so I start to get out, it starts backing up then comes forward again at an angle (my thoughts are that this car is too big for this damn parking lot, and apparently for the driver as well), so I close my door again, to wait and see what it’s going to do. Now the sun is shining directly into the HUGE SUVs windshield so I can’t see the driver at all. For all I know the driver is making some wild gestures at me. So I’m like screw it, get out, shut my door, go over to start pumping gas and I hear “Bitch”.
I look over and see a 5′ tall (maybe, 5 feet is being generous) 150 lb woman getting out of this car. I swear the car seat came up to her ears. I turn to her and say
“Excuse me? Is there a problem?”
She said no, and just got back in her car and drove away. Drove away ladies and gentleman. I am one mean motha f’er!!!! I so intimidated that little so and so.
Anyway, so I figure the problem comes down to her having a car too big for her to navigate, and so big that at a small gas station the HUGE SUV takes up the entire side of the pumps. She couldn’t reach the pump to her gas tank, because on the north side was a small red car, and on the south side was li’l ol’ me.
I deleted about 650 spam comments today. Fully expect to see the requisit number entry as was on Phlome’s site before, sometime in the near future.
I hate spammers!!!!!
So, if I <3 = love then would >3 be the opposite of love - or do we need to find the opposite of 3?
anyway - off to eat a sammich then get ready for the gym
fun fun fun
Didn’t get my hair done.
7.5 weeks til completion of my MBA
Work = beatdown
There’s a Campbell’s soup commercial where several business types are in some sort of meeting, and there’s a guy in the back making rather sexual noises with his cup of campbell’s soup. Then he just picks up the bowl and pours it down his throat.
That’s what I want to do with La Madeleine’s Tomato Basil soup.