March 16th, a day between days.

On this date in 1958, Ford Motor Company produced its 50 millionth car, the thunderbird, while ten years later on this date in 1968, General Motors produced its 100 millionth car, the Oldsmobile Toronado.

Only two of the interesting things that happen between the ides of March and St. Patrick’s Day.

That, and it was my day off today, as well.

So, I finally remembered the funny story about my sister, which I spoke about in my last entry.

I was at work, the other night, straightening out the spices, when I was reminded of something my sister did, many, many years ago. I think it was around 1991 or 1992. Anyway, she had been to a bar the night before and she contacted me to see if I could find out some information on a drink she had tried. I asked her if she knew what was in it or the name of the drink. She stated that she could not remember the name, but that from what she was told and how it tasted, she knew it had some form of butterscotch in it, some cream, and a bay leaf. I told her that I had no idea what she had had, as I knew of no drinks that contained a bay leaf in them. Upon a little reflection, I realized that she had misheard the ingredients and that what she thought was a bay leaf was actually Baily’s Irish Cream. Mix that with butterscotch schnapps, and you get a great shot that I do not actually want to post the name of on here.

So anyway, that was my other laugh of the day. I hope you enjoyed it as well.

Happy Pi day and other musings

Happy Pi day everyone. The day of the year when the date is 3.14.

Anyway, So last night at work I had two things happen. One reminded me of my mom and the other one reminded me of my sister.

While working last night, the manager went on the intercom and called for a specific employee to report the 97 wall. (Just FYI, the 97 wall is meat wall, lunch meat, bacon, etc). So I thought to myself, well at least he wasn’t called to the 86 wall. This reminded me of when mom and I were working at Waffle House in Tucson Arizona. She was working the afternoon shift with a grill operator named Tony. Usually, the grill operator is the person in charge of the shift when the manager isn’t there, but the manager would always leave my mom in charge and mom would let Tony “think” he was in charge. Anyway, Some people were being obnoxious, so Tony was going to throw them out of the restaurant. He told the people “That’s enough, I want you guys out of here you are being 69’ed”. My mom then yelled “Tony! The number is 86!”.

Ahhh, funny stories.

Now if I can only remember what it was that reminded me of my sister, so I could tell that funny story as well. Maybe I will remember later.