2005-03-07 - 6:47 a.m.
So, we met this weekend. Me and...I'll call her Anne. She's the nice old lady that was interested in commuting to DC with me.
We met on Saturday at the local Burger King (Yup, there's just one in my SMALL town); when I pulled into the parking lot with my wife and two children, I saw her and her son nodding and motioning toward us with a look that said, "Yep, these people look ok." She brought her son along - I'm sure safety is a concern for her...it should be for all of us now-a-days.
I must have come off well, because she decided to ride with me this week to see how it would all work out. This morning I sat at the Shell gas station and waited for her, while chatting with SKL. There wasn't much conversation - we talked about the weather and she tried to pawn some coupons off on me again. I had to turn her down this time - I just don't do Malto-Meal. I hope this isn't going to somehow affect our relationship after she abducts me...what if she force feeds me Malto-Meal while she has me strapped into that straight back chair, all the while yelling, "Eat it! Eat it, BITCH! Malto-Meal is GOOD for you! You like it, DON'T YOU!? DON'T YOU!?"
That would suck, because I'd have to tell the truth, "No...I really don't like it." I bet that would really piss her off and then I'd get the hose. Ooooh...maybe she'll try to give me a Malto-Meal enema if I say I don't like it - I better lie.
Anyway, Anne rode with me this morning and it went well. It was weird having someone else in my car during what is usually my quiet reflection time; especially when she started snoring, but she seemed comfortable and I watched my driving more closely so all is good.
Malto-Meal anagrams to LLAMA TOME - that's got to mean something...
