Every day, I go to my mailbox, hoping that I'll see something else in it besides bills. And every day, I am disappointed. My mailbox has become a haven for all kinds of fliers, from local dentistry coupons to illustrious credit card offers. I know that we've all gotten used to e-mail and social networking sites (which are also fun to check), but it's just not the same as getting something great in the mail. Call me old fashioned, but there's just something wonderful about getting a package, a card, or a letter in the mail. I know that I always take time to read the things that people have taken the time to mail.
Sure e-mail is great, but it's just not the same as getting something in an actual mailbox. I like e-cards just fine, but does that really top getting a splendid Hallmark card? I mean, open it, close it, open it, close it --- the fun never ends! I can also display my beautiful cards on my coffee table. I don't think a printed e-card quite does the same trick.
I loooooooove coming home and seeing that Mr. Postman or Mr. UPSman has left me something on my doorstep. How exciting is that! Then I get to use my scissors to get past the brown corrugated box just to find out what special prize lies inside. I don't get that same thrill when getting a "present" on Facebook. Um, that's cute and all, but I can't take the "present" out of the computer.
So I'm asking: Am I the only person left in my age group (late twenties) who still cherishes regular mail?
Friday, May 29, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Chipotle Had Me in Withdrawal!
Of this, I am convinced!
Why is it that I crave Chipotle so much? I tell you, I was seriously going into withdrawals this week. I just had to have Chipotle! I was in a hurry and didn't have time to stop, so I passed Chipotle by. Then I got hungry 20 minutes later when I was still on my journey and tried to find a Chipotle on my way home. There was none in sight, so I settled for some nasty chicken sandwich from a fast food franchise that shall remain nameless. Needless to say, it did not fulfill my Chipotle fix.
So a few days later, after being in church all day and night, I drove to the mall to get some Chipotle. I knew the restaurant wouldn't close until 9 pm. Oh, I could just taste the sweet victory of getting a nice bite of a Chipotle taco! I checked my clock and noted that it was only 8:07. Yes! Plenty of time to get my fix. So I walked to to the door, grabbed the handle, and the door wouldn't budge. And then I saw it. The dreaded sign on the door that said, "Today we'll be closing at 8:00 pm. Sorry for the inconvenience." Noooooooooooo!!!!
Defeated, I walked back to my car with my head hung down. Whatever would I do since I could not get my fix? I decided that the next day, I would surely get my Chipotle!
I had to go out of town again and I figured that I'd make a point to stop at Chipotle after going to my event. I got on the road, and half an hour into the drive, I hit wall-to-wall traffic. What was this?! Surely, it was not in the plan for me to get Chipotle this week! Yet, I drove on. I waited in the traffic, I made it to my destination (although I was late), and yes, I eventually got to Chipotle. Was it worth it? Well, you just take one bit of their tantalizing steak taco with the crisp lettuce, juicy tomatoes, yummy cheese, and freshly made guacamole and tell me if it isn't the best stuff you've ever had.
Why is it that I crave Chipotle so much? I tell you, I was seriously going into withdrawals this week. I just had to have Chipotle! I was in a hurry and didn't have time to stop, so I passed Chipotle by. Then I got hungry 20 minutes later when I was still on my journey and tried to find a Chipotle on my way home. There was none in sight, so I settled for some nasty chicken sandwich from a fast food franchise that shall remain nameless. Needless to say, it did not fulfill my Chipotle fix.
So a few days later, after being in church all day and night, I drove to the mall to get some Chipotle. I knew the restaurant wouldn't close until 9 pm. Oh, I could just taste the sweet victory of getting a nice bite of a Chipotle taco! I checked my clock and noted that it was only 8:07. Yes! Plenty of time to get my fix. So I walked to to the door, grabbed the handle, and the door wouldn't budge. And then I saw it. The dreaded sign on the door that said, "Today we'll be closing at 8:00 pm. Sorry for the inconvenience." Noooooooooooo!!!!
Defeated, I walked back to my car with my head hung down. Whatever would I do since I could not get my fix? I decided that the next day, I would surely get my Chipotle!
I had to go out of town again and I figured that I'd make a point to stop at Chipotle after going to my event. I got on the road, and half an hour into the drive, I hit wall-to-wall traffic. What was this?! Surely, it was not in the plan for me to get Chipotle this week! Yet, I drove on. I waited in the traffic, I made it to my destination (although I was late), and yes, I eventually got to Chipotle. Was it worth it? Well, you just take one bit of their tantalizing steak taco with the crisp lettuce, juicy tomatoes, yummy cheese, and freshly made guacamole and tell me if it isn't the best stuff you've ever had.
Monday, May 25, 2009
To Trust or Not to Trust?
Did I make the right choice? You be the judge.
Yesterday I was at a gas station, filling up my car at the pump. I'm a female, standing by myself in the dark around 9:00 at night. I saw a man approach me and I instantly became fearful. I kept my guard up, but I also felt somewhat protected since the manager of the gas station was inside the store.
The man came up to me and asked if I would be able to give someone a ride. He pointed to a lady down the block, who I couldn't really see. He said she was his friend and she needed to cash her check at the VFW. Mind you, it's almost 9:00 pm, so I'm thinking it's too late to cash a check. I say this to the man.
Man: "The VFW will still cash the check. Do you see that lady waiting at the bus stop? She really needs to get to the VFW before it closes so she can cash her check."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I just don't feel comfortable doing that."
Man: "She's a nice lady. She'll even give you a few dollars to take her. It's just down the block."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I just can't."
Man: "I understand. Can't trust people and all."
Then the man proceeds to walk away. Now I get in my car and begin to drive away, but suddenly the lady appears out of nowhere and taps on my window. I roll it down cautiously.
Lady: "Hi, do you think you could give me a ride to the VFW? It's just down the street."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm really sorry."
Lady: "I understand. Thank you."
So I left and then I started to feel bad. Was I being paranoid? I mean, these were complete strangers that wanted to get a ride in my car. Should I have given them a ride and been a good samaritan? Normally, I am very trusting, but I just didn't feel comfortable as a female by myself having some stranger (male or female) in my car. What do you think? Should I have given her a ride?
Yesterday I was at a gas station, filling up my car at the pump. I'm a female, standing by myself in the dark around 9:00 at night. I saw a man approach me and I instantly became fearful. I kept my guard up, but I also felt somewhat protected since the manager of the gas station was inside the store.
The man came up to me and asked if I would be able to give someone a ride. He pointed to a lady down the block, who I couldn't really see. He said she was his friend and she needed to cash her check at the VFW. Mind you, it's almost 9:00 pm, so I'm thinking it's too late to cash a check. I say this to the man.
Man: "The VFW will still cash the check. Do you see that lady waiting at the bus stop? She really needs to get to the VFW before it closes so she can cash her check."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I just don't feel comfortable doing that."
Man: "She's a nice lady. She'll even give you a few dollars to take her. It's just down the block."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I just can't."
Man: "I understand. Can't trust people and all."
Then the man proceeds to walk away. Now I get in my car and begin to drive away, but suddenly the lady appears out of nowhere and taps on my window. I roll it down cautiously.
Lady: "Hi, do you think you could give me a ride to the VFW? It's just down the street."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm really sorry."
Lady: "I understand. Thank you."
So I left and then I started to feel bad. Was I being paranoid? I mean, these were complete strangers that wanted to get a ride in my car. Should I have given them a ride and been a good samaritan? Normally, I am very trusting, but I just didn't feel comfortable as a female by myself having some stranger (male or female) in my car. What do you think? Should I have given her a ride?
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