Old People...
My mom has class tonight, and I couldn't decide what I wanted for dinner. My dad was like, do what ya want, I'm fine. And I, after a long discussion with multiple friends, came to the decision of Taco Bell, which no one overrode. I hadn't gone by the time my dad got home. He'd been in the door about 2 minutes when the phone rang. My grandmother calling. I call out, "I got it," as if it were a fly ball hit to short left-center, and I were the centerfielder playing the ball easy, as my father sprints to catch it. He doesn't hear. In any case, the reason I called it was because I knew he wouldn't be able to find the phone, just as I hadn't been able to find the phone two hours prior. I answered, it was my grandmother and I start talking to her when we were immediately interrupted by my dad, who didn't notice the phone stopped ringing. He's yelling "I can't find the damned phone!" I tell my grandmother to hold on, I look off of our stairs down at him, and say, "Calm down, there's a reason there's a pager button on the phone base." He, like a Russian being told the error in his ways, nodded a simple "Da" and went off to his task. My grandmother and I continue talking, we move onto her email, asking how to delete a message. I tell her to right-click, and she's like, What? Whats that? No one's ever told me to do that before. I explain to her what this "right-clicking" is, and chuckle to myself about how badly old people and technology mix. About this time, my father is in an uproar again. "I still can't find the damned phone!" He disappears. I calmly walk downstairs, talking with my grandmother, to see what he did wrong. I observe the phone base a moment, push a button, and immediately start hearing the phone ringing, and walk towards it to find the phone, in my dad's hand. I asked him, patronizingly, I suppose, if he knew how to make it stop. He shook his head, like a caveman being shown fire for the first time. I pick it up, angle the light, and press a single button. I proceed to hand it back to him, and he instantly breaks into the conversation with my grandmother.

Taco Bell
Later, I made it to Taco Bell, I pulled up to the drive-thru box thingy, and waited for the voice to ask me what I wanted. It inquired, I instantly shot back, "Number two, Dr Pepper, no ice." I could hear him nod acknowledging my order, and I was told to proceed to the next window, and that the price would be $4.48. But I knew that already, I've only had it twice in the past three days, before this order. I get to the window and there's no one there. I wait a moment, digging for the Five in my wallet. Here comes a cute red head, and I try to give her my money, but she wants to check the amount first. She tells me its $4.48, like I didn't already know. She takes it, and smiles, giving me back my change. She tells me to have a good evening, as if I were leaving. Alas, there was a car in front of me, and I had nowhere to go, so I look ahead of me, gesture to the car, and smile back at her. She grins and giggles. We share an awkward moment, eye contact on and off, it felt like an eternity before I was able to evade the bizarre moment when the car in front of me finally pulled away. I got there, and it was slow, but I got my food and drink, and drove off.

Weird evening. I've decided on my major, for those of you who don't know. My female audience, I can hear you already muttering "Pig." My major is "Girls" and I'm minoring in "Passing My Classes." Though, I'd be quite content with my major being changed to a single name, preferrably that of a cute brunette down the hall, or what have you. I'm rambling now, and I might have more to say later, but for now, I bid you all farewell.