Check this out:
And I didn’t even get hurt doing it. Yesssssss.
As you might be able to tell, it’s been somewhat of a slow day, which is how I had the time to do it.
I realized about UE’s coffee that it would take much more time than I had in 15 minutes to get it, bring it back, and deliver it. Plus, I’m not sure if he’s here, again. Nowhere on ShopVue.
But he might’ve just done well on the quiz.
Anyway, I figure I’ll do it at 2:30, when I get done work. Then I don’t have to worry. And if he’s not here, I’ll just drink it myself.
Twist my arm.
Why not a gift card? Gift cards are nice, don’t get me wrong. But giving the actual thing takes slightly more effort on my part. And sometimes it’s more fun to get the actual thing than a symbol of a future one.
Of course the gift card allows him to get exactly what he wants, exactly when he wants it, doesn’t it. That sounds absolutely ideal for a man.
Still, I dunno. There’s just something very pleasant about getting a surprise beverage from someone, isn’t there?
I’ve lost track of when I left for break.
A. and K. (for Kid) also got free drinks from me today, because I accidentally bought two regular Mountain Dews instead of diet.
What can I say? I’m a giver.