Upon today the 31 of July 02, me mother invited me to go to Dundee
as we were wanting a new sofa to replace one of the heaps o crap in the
eh... wee room with the TV in it.
I went eagerly, looking forward to sitting on sofas and firing things across
the place with those foot-things that spring out of mad chair things.
But little did I know that my maw intended to go to 'Buicks Of Montrose',
not knowing how far this was I accepted this as a simple jounrney.
As we neared the other side of Dundee I spotted a sign that said
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|Montrose 27|
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...A few seconds later I suddenly thought "27 miles!!!!"
...A few seconds even later I more suddenly still thought "Thats ages away!!
I have no real concept of 27 miles thats how big 27 miles is!!!"
Then I thought "Well if somebody sets off a nuclear bomb in Dundee,
I'm pretty sure well be in the bit that gets away with minor radiation poisoning..."
After an exasperating journey past two McDonalds (one with a police car going through the drive-through Hehe) and through Arbroath, We eventually find Buicks out the other side of Montrose, the time something like 10 to 5.
We crossed the oddly empty car park to read on the window that it shuts at 5 o'clock!!!!!
My Mum decided it wasnt worth going in so we just turned around and started to drive back,
the promise of going to one of the McDonalds the only thing going for this wasted trip.
At this point I had given up and fell asleep.
I helpfully woke, of my own accord, from my 'slumber' as we turned into the "Micky D's" car park
We then, craving for sustenance, gleefully ordered our food stuffs.
Half way through I realised one cheese burger just wasn't enough, and went to get another.
Now this is where I explain why I decided to write about this bit and didnt just say 'Oh and we went to McDonalds'.
Because up to this point the service was good enough up to the point of where I ignored it,
as in I didnt think it was crap or marvel at how efficient and speedy the service was.
But then I had to wait until one of them noticed me and wandered over, fake smile at the ready,
so then I gave it a lot of attention, because if they had been better than they were I would have ignored it again.
But, Alas twas not to be... Now I was going to talk about them!
It began when the she said, instead of hello, "Negh?"
.... .... this shocked me a little and I automatically said "CheeseBurger!".
This was answered with; "What?"
by this time I had regained my senses and said again;
"I'd Like A CheeseBurger." saying each word clearly incase they hit each other on the way out.
She promptly turned, took two steps (still smiling), literally Grabbed a cheeseburger from that rack thing they have,
slaped it in her other hand as she returned and thumped it down on the counter
proclaiming "one pound twenty nine."
After engraining her name to permanent memory, I slunk back to the table.
Later approaching the bridge I spotted Angie (a cool person) in a car.
That was it really, a dull but not entirly uneventful journey.
