An Insight On My Family

Okay, so I might as well put in some codenames for my family so I can talk about them without them finding out and being mad. ;P

So:

Buddy: My little bro, 11 years old and extremely annoying when he wants to be.

Bean: My little sister, 8 years old, and an extreme girly-girl.

Catidid: My next sis, soon to be 7 years old, and a bit of a tomboy. (She can do this really deep voice that freaks me out all the time!!)

Dude: My littlest brother, 3 years old and the most adorable, most frustrating kid ever.

And I'll think up codenames later for my mom and dad. I'm too lazy right now.

The Good Kind of Aggravation

So I have to rant about this, so I might as well do it here. ;)

Yesterday I was at lunch, as usual, and discovered that the only money I had with me was a twenty dollar bill. I decided I would take the wrath of the cashier over starving the rest of the day, so I walked up to an empty counter and ordered a pretzel and a chocolate-chip cookie, which came to about two bucks. The lady handed me my food and I passed her the twenty-dollar bill. Of course the dark look she gave was completely non-friendly, but I tried to ignore it. After all, I was the one paying, right? I was startled when she handed me back my own twenty dollar bill.

"I don't have change for this," the lady snapped at me. "You need to exchange it for the exact amount of change."

So there I was, holding my food and my money, thinking, Really? Did the cashier actually expect me to come back with the money?

There is no way in heck that woman didn't have enough change to make up $18. About fifty people had passed in line before me and almost all of them paid with dollar bills.

So aggravating. I had to beg and borrow from my friends because I didn't have any other cash and the lady wouldn't take it. I should have just walked away with the food and the money, but being the honest person I am, I paid in full. I hope that woman is happy.

I have to tell you, after the whole thing was over I was totally sick of that twenty bucks. I couldn't use at lunch, because I would have just gone through the same thing all over again. So the next class I was in I managed to get rid of it by putting it in some jar that was for donations to build a well in Africa.

The moral of the story? My frustrating experiance managed to bring clean water to the people of Africa. Boo-ya.

Welcome!

Hey there. I'm pretty new to blogging, so I would welcome friendly criticism. I have to say, at the moment, I have nothing much to say. I think that's because at the moment I'm watching Deadliest Warrior, but, hey who knows? ;)