weird

in a wave of strange happenings, i am feeling the urge to blog a bit.

today i was at the store and the girl forgot to give me my change. i didn't notice at first, so i went back a few minutes later for my ten dollars. they called a manager who said it was store policy not to give it back. i protested and asked to speak with the manager, who then came out to tell me in person that i could not get my change back, even though the cashier admitted that she had forgotten to give me my money. she said i could come back to collect it tomorrow, if the till is over. i protested. she said "store policy" many times. i was extremely irritated. supposedly they'll call me if they find an extra ten dollars lying around. yeah, right.

then later on today the amazing lincoln street trio decided to walk down to the park to see what the jamaican festival was like. we've been hearing about it on the radio for weeks. yes, you read that right. jamaican-themed festival, in twin falls. we got there and saw throngs of people, so i was excited. maybe some good food, fun music. well, a few people were standing around drinking beer and talking. a few loud shirts, one or two articles of tie dye, and not a dread lock in sight. there were a bunch of tables set up, and some people sitting and talking around them. no music. no food. there was, however, a giant tent with tables and baskets wrapped up: a silent auction. tell me, what is jamaican about all of this?? do jamaicans dig silent auctions? perhaps the items in the baskets were somehow related to jamaica. very confused, we dragged ourselves away from the raging party, while everyone else continued in their wild partying, periodically checking their auction items and sipping on beer.

so, hungry, we decided to make dinner. we pulled out a bunch of food from the refridge and decided that we had the makings for steak and bratwurst burritos. i was feeling rather carnivorous tonight and drooling over the idea of some meat, multitudes of meat in fact. grill. burritofy. eat. mmm, it was tasty. oh, but then, what's this? mike is standing up holding his throat. choking? yes. i was contemplating the heimlich when he stuck his head over the railing into the flower bed. i thought he was trying to puke. alright! yeah! i'm thinking, puke it up buddy. but then he pulls this long pink stringy thing out of his mouth, about six inches long and declares that he got it. apparently. i guess he decided to swallow sans chewing and got it stuck halfway down his throat. this next part i am thinking about censoring, but heck... no. then he fed it to my dog, despite my protesting against it. needless to say, sayers enjoyed it thoroughly and sat nearby hoping for more. fortunately mike supplied no more semi-digested treats this night.

ah, what a day.