For the past 3 days I have been traveling across the country with my family to move to my new job. My wife has the 3 kids in the van and I am driving with my OM father-in-law as my sole passenger in the other car (yes, the one who washes his hair in the kitchen sink), and I have been trying my best to listen to podcasts, a few sermons, etc., but my passenger has been going on and on and on and on about nothing as he snorts here and there.
Now that's not why I am writing this. He's actually a pretty decent fellow. No, it's just that I am in a daze right now. I hear the jabbering in my dreams and as I am wandering around like a zombie now. The point is, I'm dazed and confused. So anyway, as I am unloading the car, I get off on our floor and instead of turning right, I turn left, and open the door, and there's a black cat and pretty sure I smelled weed. "Whoops, sorry, wrong room." "You're cool, man."
Ok, I'm a little embarrassed, but hey it happens, so I go back to our room, and let my wife know I am going to go get some water bottles at the front desk, which is down on the 1st floor and a long dang maze, so I pay a freaking $2.50 for each water bottle (Oh, that's another thing, I'm almost broke from the trip before I start my job.), I start back on the long dang maze, and get to my door, open it, and... there's the black cat and smell of weed again. "Not again." Close the door fast hopefully before he sees me.
Soooo.... what do I say if I see the guy tomorrow? Btw, I have 4 more hours to go driving tomorrow, listening to... I don't know what he's talking about.
Now that's not why I am writing this. He's actually a pretty decent fellow. No, it's just that I am in a daze right now. I hear the jabbering in my dreams and as I am wandering around like a zombie now. The point is, I'm dazed and confused. So anyway, as I am unloading the car, I get off on our floor and instead of turning right, I turn left, and open the door, and there's a black cat and pretty sure I smelled weed. "Whoops, sorry, wrong room." "You're cool, man."
Ok, I'm a little embarrassed, but hey it happens, so I go back to our room, and let my wife know I am going to go get some water bottles at the front desk, which is down on the 1st floor and a long dang maze, so I pay a freaking $2.50 for each water bottle (Oh, that's another thing, I'm almost broke from the trip before I start my job.), I start back on the long dang maze, and get to my door, open it, and... there's the black cat and smell of weed again. "Not again." Close the door fast hopefully before he sees me.
Soooo.... what do I say if I see the guy tomorrow? Btw, I have 4 more hours to go driving tomorrow, listening to... I don't know what he's talking about.
