The Baconater...

We drove through Wendy's last night to grab something to eat on our way to Utah. Jonah and Luke insisted on getting "The Baconater"--a 1/2 pound burger with about 6 strips of bacon on it. They both enjoyed there meal--until about 2 a.m. when Luke's "Baconater" started coming back up... Yuck! He was a trooper and is feeling better. I don't think it was the burger, I think he was already not feeling quite right, but the burger didn't help. All is well now.

I discovered a nail in one of my tires, so I ran off to Wal-Mart to get it repaired. I sauntered through the store for and hour as I waited for it to be fixed. When my hour was up I paid for my items and started to walk back over to the auto place. I hear the screeching of tires, so I look to see what's going on only to see MY suburban doing donuts in the parking lot! I watch this guy go around and around in circles, and then speed off back over to the garage.

When I got there he was fiddling with the lug nuts on the wheels, so I figured he was fixing the squeaks and not joy riding in a 9 passenger vehicle in the parking lot at Wal-Mart. It did make me laugh...

I went inside to get my keys and check out. There was a man in paying for the new tires he had put on his sons car. The tire guy--complete with several piercings and tattoos, and a little rough around the edges--came in to hand the man his keys. The man says to him with his hand held out: "What is your name?"

The tire guy: "Mike."

The customer: (peering deep into Mike's soul) "Mike, Thank You for fixing my sons tires. My son is very precious to me and I want you to know how much I appreciate your work on his car."

Tire guy: (looking VERY uncomfortable at this point--along with me and the sales guy) "Uh, it's okay..."

Mr. Touchy Feely: "No, Mike (still holding onto Mike's hand) I REALLY want you to know how much my son means to me and you never know what is going to happen and I just feel SO much better having these new tires on his car."

Tire Guy: "Yeah, stuff can happen. He'll be okay now..."

Mike then prys his hand from the other man's and scurries off...

I got my keys--no charge--and went to get my car. Apparently Wal-Mart employs Hobbits or little Trolls to do all their tire work because my seat was all the way forward. My knees were in my throat.

But...it's all fixed, and Mike feels appreciated, so it's a good day.