yesterday i watched this sport on espn. when asked about this 10 year old german competitors performance the year prior, the commentator stated: "well, all i can say about his performance last year was that he cried a lot."
now this sensitive young man owns a wssa world record in the individual cycle proving yet again, that tears will heal you and also that germans are efficient.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
speed stacking
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
tales of nashvillian encounters: volume 2-a man at wendy's
during a slower week of reconstructing, a majority of the summer staffers met at a wendy's on gallatin road to partake in the ritual we have come to call lunch. it was a lovely lunch on a lovely day which will be forever remembered thanks to a complete stranger and his ordering technique.
i had just taken one last gulp of my beverage and knew that i would like more mountain blast powerade to take with me. like in many other wendy's restaurants, the beverage dispenser was located in between two registers.(1) as i approached the counter, i noticed two men studying the menu.
these gentlemen were rather tall. i did not get out a tape measure but i think it would be safe to say that one of them was probably close, if not above, seven feet tall though he couldn't have weighed more than 113 pounds. when telling this story, jan (a fellow reconstructer), will typically interject that he was wearing a tall-t. his friend, though not freakishly tall, was a solid 6'5" to 6'7" and probably very close to the century mark as well in terms of weight. he also dawned a tall-t. these were skinny lads. from this point on, we will only be concerned with the shorter of the two.
this man had set up shop leaning on the drink machine. he studied the menu with the concentration of a monk deep within some form of transcendental meditation. for the entire time i was waiting for my drink, he studied. finally, as the wendy's employee handed me my drink the man made his order.
"let me get..... two chicken sandwiches, BUCK-BUYCK!" (the 'buck-buyck' was made in a very high-pitched, chicken-like voice)
the man actually made the noise of the animal he was about to eat. this brought me great joy. to this day, when i'm feeling blue i will think of this man and his masterful ordering acumen and all sadness dissipates. if only all my experiences at wendy's were this memorable, i would be a complete man.
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(1) does anybody else feel like wendy's is a little stingy with their beverages? it seems to me like they have always been that way. i feel like they were way behind on the free refills wagon too. i can remember having to ask my parents for change so i could go get more beverage. even now they have yet to release control of their fountain drinks, unlike so many of their competitors. frankly, they are lucky they have their 99 cent menu or my dad, and many like him, would not eat there. and for pete's sake wendy's, cut back on the ice.
i had just taken one last gulp of my beverage and knew that i would like more mountain blast powerade to take with me. like in many other wendy's restaurants, the beverage dispenser was located in between two registers.(1) as i approached the counter, i noticed two men studying the menu.
these gentlemen were rather tall. i did not get out a tape measure but i think it would be safe to say that one of them was probably close, if not above, seven feet tall though he couldn't have weighed more than 113 pounds. when telling this story, jan (a fellow reconstructer), will typically interject that he was wearing a tall-t. his friend, though not freakishly tall, was a solid 6'5" to 6'7" and probably very close to the century mark as well in terms of weight. he also dawned a tall-t. these were skinny lads. from this point on, we will only be concerned with the shorter of the two.
this man had set up shop leaning on the drink machine. he studied the menu with the concentration of a monk deep within some form of transcendental meditation. for the entire time i was waiting for my drink, he studied. finally, as the wendy's employee handed me my drink the man made his order.
"let me get..... two chicken sandwiches, BUCK-BUYCK!" (the 'buck-buyck' was made in a very high-pitched, chicken-like voice)
the man actually made the noise of the animal he was about to eat. this brought me great joy. to this day, when i'm feeling blue i will think of this man and his masterful ordering acumen and all sadness dissipates. if only all my experiences at wendy's were this memorable, i would be a complete man.
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(1) does anybody else feel like wendy's is a little stingy with their beverages? it seems to me like they have always been that way. i feel like they were way behind on the free refills wagon too. i can remember having to ask my parents for change so i could go get more beverage. even now they have yet to release control of their fountain drinks, unlike so many of their competitors. frankly, they are lucky they have their 99 cent menu or my dad, and many like him, would not eat there. and for pete's sake wendy's, cut back on the ice.
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