This receipt is so deceptive. You see, it says I received a tire rotation. Elsewhere, the receipt also indicates my tires were inflated to the proper pressure. The deceptive nature of the receipt is my tires were not so inflated, nor were they rotated. Jiffy Lube must take me for a fool. I left having decided to give them the benefit of the doubt: my tire pressure indicator would turn off eventually, for Jiffy Lube had inflated all of the tires after rotating them. One week later, the indicator remained. When I inspected the tires to figure out which one might be low, I realized it was the front, left tire, the same one which had caused the indicator to turn on in the first place. This meant two things to me: (1) the tires were not inflated and (2) the tires were not rotated. I do not take kindly to these sorts of deceptions. By the look on the face of the mechanic who "serviced" my car, he did not expect me to catch on to his game.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
March 18, 2011
While my heart and soul reside in Austin, Texas, my stomach calls Houston home. Houston has one of the best restaurant cultures I've ever had the pleasure of evaluating. I woke up this morning at about 8:30 a.m. craving the best of everything Houston has to offer: Buffalo Grille, Tony's, Escalantes, Niko Niko's, Mission Burrito, and more. Because my mom loves to feed me, I hopped a flight to Houston at 10 a.m. and soon found myself at Escalantes for lunch, Niko Niko's for dinner, with the promise of Buffalo Grille for breakfast tomorrow. Kyle, Brittany, and Campbell happened to be in town when this spontaneous craving struck, so we rounded out the weekend with a trip to the zoo and the photographic discovery of a lifetime.
March 17, 2011
I knew St. Patrick's Day was going to be a difficult day for me this year. Although I'm just a fraction Irish, I inherited the Irish soul from my grammy, who passed away last fall. I distinctly remember her St. Patrick's Day parties from when I was a little girl. One of my fondest of these memories is her dancing the Irish sword dance, laughing as everyone looked on at her. As I grew older and started attending my own St. Patrick's Day celebrations, it became tradition for me to call her on the actual day, or the day after, to tell her of my plans or what had transpired the day before. She always found it all so entertaining, as any of my friends who know of her can attest to. I wasn't able to do so this year, but I decided to have a token of her memory with me all day. This was her four-leaf clover necklace. She had a four-leaf clover with her at all times, so I'm grateful I was able to have this with me today.
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