After work last Thursday, I went to my credit union to deposit my paycheck. I had pulled in a little far from the kiosk and I thought, "God, please don't let me drop the cylinder when I try to put it back." For some reason, God cooperated, I didn't drop the cylinder and I drove on to Walgreen's to pick up a prescription.
I decided to go through the drive-thru there also. It has two lanes and there were four of us there, two at the windows and two of us behind those guys. I was daydreaming and kind of watching the cars in front when the guy on the right reached out of his window, retrieved the cylinder, removed his prescription, reached back out of the window to replace the cylinder and dropped it. Better him than me, I thought.
Not only did he drop the cylinder, it rolled under his brand new big-ass manly Texas-type truck. Not only that, part two, when he tried to open his door to get out of his truck, there was barely enough room for him to get out so he had to squeeeeeze out of the door in a very awkward and unmanly sort of way.
When he was finally able to get out of the truck, he bent down and tried with all his heart to reach the cylinder but it had rolled too far under his truck. The poor thing had to squeeeeeze back into his truck and drive up a short way, get out of the truck, smile sheepishly at the lady in line behind him, pick up the cylinder and replace it in the kiosk.
Then, horror of horrors, the lady in line behind him shouted at him. She wasn't being a bitch. She knew him! As if the whole incident wasn't humiliating enough, the person right behind him knew him and had seen the whole thing.
I wonder if she blogged it.