Once he arrived and found somewhere to park, he walked around the downtown area moving from one shady spot to another, like a vampire he was avoiding the sun.
Johnny Rockets Route 66 burger, quite a tasty burger (but not as good as five guys) |
"So this is where everybody is" thought MrGrumpy as he drove up and around the parking lot, every spot was full, until he got to the roof. "argh, have to park in the full sun", he grumbled to himself.
Once inside the airconditioned mall, MrGrumpy decided it was already a bad idea, every shop was designer this or expensive that, he could have been anywhere in the world, not his type of shopping.
MrGrumpy did not stay long, he headed off for a "Best Buy", must be more interesting stuff to look at there, well it turned out he drove out of the car park, two blocks along and then back just the other side of the mall, he could have walked had it been obvious there was other shops outside the mall...
and Sunday was cooler than Saturday! |
At home, he decided to relax, process some photos from the two days, write up yesterdays blog while listening to some music from the iPod, oh and drink a couple of bottles of beer.
Monday again thought MrGrumpy as he woke at 5:00am, soon to be startled by the alarm what seemed only minutes later (5:45am). Today MrGrumpy had to take the Mustang to get the seat re-upholstered, at work he asked one of the few people he knew if they could give him a lift back when he dropped of the car, the useful MrFarSide (with a last name of Larson what else could I use, either Champagne or TheFarSide).
The Mustang at the upholstery shop, along with some real classic cars |
Not surprisingly the "warning" light was not on during the drive back to the office.
On returning to the office MrGrumpy thought he had better check if his expenses had arrived in his bank, they were paid on Friday and it showed the US account as the destination, so he expected them to arrive by Monday. He checked his US account, nope, nothing there. He then checked his home UK account, nope nothing there either. Upon checking his other account where his expenses used to go into, oh what surprise, there was his expenses. Not in either of the accounts he had expected.
Now he would have to transfer the money to the US himself. Just to make him a little happier, he did send a quick email to the accounts dept. thanking them for the payment and asking if they could put it in the right account next time.
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