I've got a couple little stories that are not worthy, on their own, of rightfully honoring the ideals of the mighty Thor on his sacred day. But as a tag team pair, I think these two show a little enough muscle to do the big guy proud.
You Can Call Me "Mike"
I have one last story from my last trip out to see Cora. And with her showing up in about 31 hours from when this posts, I figure now is the time to roll it out.
Saturday evening, we met her mom & daughter out at Olive Garden. We got our table, and our young Asian (I have no idea his specific ethnic background) waiter introduced himself: "You can call me 'Mike'," he said. What? I can't let that slide. I had to ask.
"You said that we can call you 'Mike'? What's your actual name? Turns out 'Michael' was his MIDDLE name. And his first name? 'Edward'. Call me a racist bastage, but I was expecting something a little more exotic than 'Edward Michael".
But he was totally rocking this for a belt buckle.
Because I'm An Idiot
Tuesday, I had a doctor's appointment first thing in the morning. Because I'm an idiot, I made sure I took my wallet out of my pant and put it in my murse, so I wouldn't lose it at the doctor's office.
Fast forward to lunch time. I ran out to a little diner, and had a cup of cream of chicken soup and a cheese burger. I got the bill, $12.00, and reached into my right rear pocket. EMPTY.
"You keep a $20 bill tucked in with your train pass." I checked and sure enough it was there. Whew!
Then I had a thought: You're a guy.
So I reached into my front right pocket, and pulled out $15 in crumpled up bills. Just enough for the bill, the tip, and a buck to spare!