our drive back from California was anything but boring.
we had a very eventful driving ranging from people yelling for french fries
to our gasoline being stolen...
it began with to very optimistic girls we had just left a mean florist house who keep telling my i couldn't have roses at my wedding because i wasn't having a traditional wedding, after that i was irritated and just wanted to get home to see my Brian.
so we left happy thinking we'd get out just before rush hour...
No Doubt's Don't Speak seemed to be the most requested jam of day seeing how it was played a gazillion times!
Well our happy go lucky attitude turned sour well quick-like!
We had some odd desire to stop at a Wendy's Shell hybrid. While there we witness some not so happy people yelling for french fries literally it was crazy this lady went nuts she wanted her french fries, with all that crazyness we booked it outtta here so fast we forget all about our gas.
Still in a fairly decent mood we stopped at a Love's for gas at Quartsite. I was actually excited about because the name sounded so cute! Well at Love's...we decided hey lets leave our gas pumping while we run inside for chocolate. We come back get our receipt for $30 and go on about our day. About 10 miles out BB says "ok, you're gonna freak but we don't have any gas". Immediately I check my online banking via my handy dandy iPhone love and see that yes I was charged $30 at Loves. We then remember the questionable guys who were staring us down at the pump besides us...and we thought we were cute or something.
In conclusion be on the look out for gas stealers because apparently the economy is that bad. And if you work at a fast food place never run out french fries because people go crazy for that ish!