I should be adding and subtracting numbers since:
A: that is my job as business manager/accountant/radio-button-pusher of this operation, and
B: tax time is just around the corner, and
17: the internet connection is too spotty to look up useless things.
But I'm not. I'm just not feeling it.
I do know that we spent almost $60,000 in diesel fuel last year. That is a lot of dinosaur bones or fairy dust or whatever that stuff is made of.
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| This was found on a wall in a truck stop in Virginia. I call it Last of the Mohicans wearing Peter Pan shoes. |
Here's an example of what I do to avoid adding and subtracting numbers.
I replied to a text sent to us by mistake and now Mike is probably calling AT&T to get his number changed.
Text conversation with a wrong number:
Wrong Number Dude: Hey.
Me: Hey.
Wrong Number Dude: Who’s this?
Me: Who’s this? You texted me.
Wrong Number Dude: Mike.
Me: Well Hello Mike. You must not have much to do if you are texting people you don’t know. I like walks on the beach and world peace.
Wrong Number Dude/Mike: I’m bored at work. I didn’t mean to text you, I hit the wrong number. What ur name.
Me: I am Death. I work the southeastern Wyoming region. Work is slow for me today, too.
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He never texted back. And I thought the conversation was going really well. *Sigh* It's so hard to connect with people these days.
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| "Call me Mr Flinstone I can make your bed rock." |
I would have called to tell him he spelled Flintstone wrong, but he didn't leave a number. Another friendship thwarted.
