I like big ones and i just dont have the right equipment to hold them….. Im talking about cup holders in my car!! Geez what are you thinking??!!
Here’s the deal. I have 3 cars, type isnt important, but they’re all a little older and NOT A ONE has a cup holder that will hold the modern era drink. Lets face it – you go to a fast food chain these days and ‘supersize’ or go-large or whatever the buzz word is, and that puppy is NOT going to fit in my car. Ok, so maybe now that im on a rant – type IS important because i want to really complain about the engineering that goes into a Lexus automobile. My wife has one ok and the cup holder is this little slide out thing that pulls out RIGHT OVER the ashtray. No, neither of us smoke but most portable ‘toys’ these days like phones and dvd players, blah, blah, blah…. all need power from the cigarette lighter. Drop a drink in the cup holder (provided it fits) and youve got to pull out the power cord. Ok so I happen to have a Lexus too – thats why i want to complain. My ONLY cup holder is mounted to the right of the radio and sort of pulls down and ‘pops up’…… its only large enough to MAYBE get a 12 ounce can in and if you get something to sit in there, it rests on a flimsy little plastic rod thats about two inches below the actual holding part. Lets face it, the way I drive…. NOTHING is going to be safe in that thing. But the REAL point is SIZE…. there is NO WAY its going to hold todays drink sizes…
Oh the other vehicle…its a truck…you’d think a TEXAS truck would hold a TEXAS-sized drink. No way. No how. WHAT GIVES??? I do, however REALLY have to hand it to those geniuses at the likes of Taco Bell, Whataburger etc….THOSE guys made a LARGE cup…but put the smaller “12 ounce” size bottoms on it. THOSE bad boys fit!! Now it might look like Im a fast food junkie…. sure i splurge from time to time, but its the drinks….bigger drinks I stop for… (you’re buying this right?)
Anyway…. I just had to rant for a second…im so tired of spilling drinks just because they wont fit in the ‘cupholders’ in my car. Big Gulp anyone???
Seems everyone has a blog these days, and its just the thing to do. I havent spent much time writing in mine because I feel like i never know what to say. So im doing a little research and spending time on OTHER blogs. Astounding results…. they really arent saying anything at all. Most times people just talk about what they had for dinner or something. Wild.
Ok, so fine Im thinking – i’ll just blog about something random ive done today.
Its almost 3 in the afternoon and im workin hard at the office. My forehead keeps making this amusing little ‘bouuoonging’ sound as it repeatedly hits the monitor. Time for coffee.
Cruise down the hall. Reaching the breakroom ive forgotten my coffee cup. No problem – ill use styrofoam. As I turn for the cup stash I come face to face with my nemesis. The vending machine. I hate that thing. Its filled with such vile, nasty, unhealthy garbage but somehow it keeps sucking the change out of my pockets like there is no tomorrow. First thing that catches my eye is a big ol’ butterfinger…..staring me down.
Oh no you dont….you’re mine.
Now i gotta ask…..what is it that the people who stock these things are thinking??? I know it doesnt take an intellect such as the likes of Isaac Newton, but speaking of gravity – why do the butterfingers always have to be located near the top?? Do these guys not know how it feels to reach in for that candy bar …only to retrieve a sheath of shattered and broken bits of chocolate? Granted, it all goes down the same but come on! Put that thing closer to the bottom. Ive also “heard” that Pop-Tarts do the same thing. Makes it awfully hard to get those tasty treats into the toaster in pieces…er…so ive heard.
Ok, coffee. Seems not a SOUL in this place knows how to make it. If I had a nickel for every time I walked into the breakroom in a caffeine-deprived coma to find that some NUMBSKULL has left about a swallow of burning sludge in the bottom without making a fresh pot……ok sorry i digress. Anyhow, I grab a styrofoam cup…and go to pour a little dust…uh…powdered creamer into the cup. The hole has been disfigured by perhaps some OTHER caffeine deprived soul and the creamer misses my cup altogether and onto the counter. Man. I finally engineer some creamer into my cup and pour a cup of the blackest coffee ive ever seen. How long has this stuff been stewing? Oh well. I figure if anything …my forehead with thank me, and ive gotten a blog entry out of the ordeal. Time to console a butterfinger.