Michael Trump

I said hand it to me!

October 20, 2009 at 10:05 pm (Family, life, Pictures, Ramdom)

So I guess I have a few things to write about tonight, one of them is a little odd but it was odd for me to see and hear.

Just the other day I stopped at a local fuel station to get some gas for the Lincoln. As I waited in line to prepay for my gas there was an adorable couple in front of me; I admired them and was happy to know that I had the same relationship with my love Sarah. Tough Sarah generally waits in the car for me because we have Macey with us, this couple was together inside. This guy in front of me, his turn in line came up, he handed the cashier a one hundred dollar bill to prepay twenty dollars in gas. Now I am sure as a rule most gas stations don’t take hundred dollar bills to often; they like fifty or less in the drawer, I think I read that often on the window when I go inside most gas stations. So I am sure some amount of kindness was coming from the stores associate when he accepted the large note and only checked to see if the security strip was inside to ensure authenticity. The cashier place the bill on the register after ringing up the sale and counted back three twenty dollar bills and two tens placing them in a tight fan shape on the counter as so the recipient of the change could see he was getting back and accurate amount of money. As the associate place the hundred dollar bill into the secure part of the register the guy who had given him the large bill spoke up in an agitated voice, “I handed you a hundred.” The store employee looked at him dumbfounded as I would have to and said “yes you did, and you prepaid twenty and I gave you back eighty.” I was looking at the customer a little odd now, because at the same time his other half was hanging on him and smiling all in love like he repeated himself with some sternness this time, “I Handed you a Hundred!” With his hand held out and his palm up he began to motion his fingers, as to have the store employee pick up the counted moneys and place them in his hand. I was stunned at the situation unfolding right before my eyes, never had a seen a man so narcissistic before in my life. He really wanted the cashier to pick up the money and hand it to him. I started to chuckle as the stores most humble employee did as the self-important man asked with out hesitation once he realized what was being asked of him. The narcissist and his, I hope, better half left the store to go pump their minuscule amount of fuel. I stepped up for my go at the cashier, I handed him my money and said, “it all goes in the drawer I don’t want any of it back pump two please, I would have said your money is in front of you now move along.” I left the store and went to pump my gas, the couple who thought their hands could never go as far as to pick up their own money had yet to start pumping their gas, them man opened the door for his lady friend and then went to fill is car, a newer Cadillac might I add rims and all. I was still in shock of the situation and still am, I know quite often when I hand some one a large bill they count it back to me and place it all on the counter. Again I was always sure it must have been some kind of rule, you know there are those slight of hand people who can some how make it look like you counted wrong and guess what once the money is in their hands your count is final, because they can count back to you what ever they want. But if you count it out on to the counter in front of the camera your count will be accurate as long as you know how to count money. I just wanted to share my astonishment with you all. Don’t let any one push you around if you do something one way all the time then keep doing it and don’t feel bad if you offend one narcissistic fool. Just take a step back and give them a good laughing.

Sarah and I went swimming in my step dad’s pool last week and we had some good fun with Macey and Rich. We dunked Macey a few times after blowing in her face to make sure she held her breath and wouldn’t suck up any water. Macey had fun, well she didn’t cry at all while we were swimming or even after dunking her; so that, to me, means she had fun. Rich let us use his under water camera so that we could catch the moment under water. Some one should have take a picture of me dunking him.

A few weeks ago Sarah and I went to see the sun-set up and Hudson beach, we brought a pick-nick dinner with us consisting of peanut butter & jelly sandwiches and cool aid; it was a perfect dinner for a perfect sun-set. If you don’t think so them enjoy your miserable life and avoid human contact if you can. We brought Macey’s walker with us so she could run around under the pavilion and not be so board while her mom and I enjoyed the evening. Macey took that as an opportunity to meet as many old people as she could by running into their feet with the walker. They didn’t seem to mind her intrusions, in fact the kind of encouraged it by crouching down and calling her to them. Macey and Sarah got to play in the sand and I got to take lots of pictures. Wow the sky looked awesome and I love how my pictures of Sarah and Macey turned out.

Here in the next week or so I have to head on down to my extern site and say hi to Mariella and every one else. I miss it there and sometimes wish I were still on my externs. Mariella wrote me an email letting me know that a patient had written the hospital about me. At first I was afraid to read on, but as I did, I was shocked to see that the patient had written about how great I had made their stay there at the hospital. I get to go pick up the letter to put with my personal records and hang out for a bit with the people who helped me so much in echo. Don’t worry I am still studying for my nationals.

Luggnutt is still alive and kicking, though she still progressively getting worse her symptoms have slowed; by that I mean she hasn’t developed anymore heart tugging problems. She still loves marshmallows though. She is starting to follow me around more and more and is trying to get close to a reluctant Sarah. Lugg, I think, knows she is getting old and is trying to get as much love in as she can before she says goodbye. She will always be my little puppy.

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Goodnight and good riddance

Michael Trump