Fuelman

I was almost stuck in Brownsville today having to pay for gas for the cargo van. I hate driving the cargo van. I had never used a Fuelman card before and it sucked righteous monkey balls because the card itself had been cancelled and my pin wouldn't work with it, of course. I'm an hour and a half away from Home and it sucks to be alive with a seventy-four dollar gas bill for a truck I don't even own.

Whatever. There was an extremely hot chick getting gas for her Jeep Grand Cherokee. A Jeep Grand Cherokee that was for sale and had her FRIGGIN' PHONE NUMBER on it! :) I wrote it down. I didn't call it. She's probably very, very married.

Free Food

Working on a bevy of car dealership spots this week, the client decided to thank me for all my hard work by taking me out to lunch today. I decided that the best thing in the world would be a double-meat, double-cheese Whataburger with bacon and sliced jalapeños. Yeah, it tastes as good as it sounds.

Just before we took off, an old fat dude with a big white beard and a red shirt with green suspenders came in. I couldn't believe it: I was eating next to freaking Santa Claus. I wanted to take his picture for blogging purposes, but I felt like a jackass about it so I refrained.

Later this evening, Nancy from the church took me to dinner over at Ciro's Mexican and Seafood Restaurant and Bar in Edinburg. There were not one but two mariachi bands duking it out at the various tables. One was all girl, the other was all guy. It was fun listening to them play against each other. Plus the girls were mostly hot.

Anyway, if there's anything better than eating well it's eating well for free.