We're told to serve our fellow-men and be grateful. This would mean that, if someone serves you, you should repay them with kindness or somehow compensate them, don't you think? Not have to wrestle them against their own car to try and put a debit card into the slot? Or not have to hit "cancel" every time they tried to purchase gas with their own card? Or SOMETHING?
Someone is going to get some cash put where they don't want it and they're going to like it. Dang it.
**EDIT** I have found two bruises and a scratch on my right hand.
**EDIT AGAIN** I have found two bruises on my left elbow.
**EDIT, pt. 3** I have found a bruise on my right elbow. :)
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You know, some would say that respecting the wishes of others and allowing them to serve you would be a great form of repayment. ;D
Welcome back!
(Oh, and you bruise easily. ;D )
Some would say that I was already forced to allow me to be served so why can't I do something to say thank you?
(No, I don't. You didn't see the way we fought.)
wv: amptions
Ew, that still makes no sense: I was told I had to be served. I wanted to say thank you. The end.
Well it shouldn't come down to fighting should it? Because that defeats the purpose of serving and being served.
Saying thank you does not involve demanding to pay for gas. ;D
(And yes, you do. As evidence, the person with whom you battled has no bruises. ;D )
(Fred: I'm considerably more gentle than he is. :p)
Sam: It wasn't supposed to lead to fighting.
Everyone: I don't mind these bruises. I know exactly how they showed up and consider them more "battle wounds" than anything else.
But you shouldn't have battle wounds...
Estas loca chica. ;)
It was an epic battle! Of *course* I need battle wounds!
An epic battle to pay for some dude's gas?
Can I challenge you to an epic battle then? :)
Well, you didn't give me a ride to work nor did you pick me up from the airport when my other ride completely fell through. Sorry!
Well then I offer my humble services. Especially since TC Jr. gets such good gas mileage.
Thank you. I'll keep that in mind if I fly anywhere before next Christmas (it's kind of a rare occurrence).
Do you have your own car?
Yes. Beepy really hates leaving the Provo/Orem area though. Also, snow. Also, rain. Also, stopping on hills. :)
Why'd you name it Beepy?
Because when we got the cruise control fixed, the electrician jacked something up so that anytime a car door is open my car beeps (it used to only happen if your seat belt wasn't on while driving or the headlights had been left on when the car was off.) Naturally, my friends dubbed him "Beepy."
I was SO being gentle! you don't even understand what it would be like if i decided to not be gentle in a situation like that,and Heather had already paid for gas so there was no need for me to be double paid.
(you do bruise really easy.) ;)
See, and you could have told me that beforehand and I would've been more sly about it. And you already knew that I was going to *try* because my roommates said so as we left the apartment! This was not unexpected; I think you *wanted* an epic gasoline fight!
Well, they certainly are amusing! ;D
To readers of his blog. :D
I just thought you would try, and I would just put in my card and it would be over... you were the driving force behind what it became.
Well, apparently I'm in a "fightin' mood" because I wrestled Clinton last week. :D
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