Saturday was all planned out to be a lovely California day. The husband and I were going to get up early and go get coffee to sit and drink on the wall at Butterfly Beach, as we often do on weekend mornings. Then he had a meeting with someone from work for a few hours, while I was going to sit in a coffee shop and play with my new cell phone and bluetooth headset. Then I had a haircut at 11am and we'd meet for lunch before he had to go off and volunteer at a booth for the 20th Annual California Avocado Festival. A friend of my was going to be doing henna tattooing at the festival so I went along in a separate car since I wasn't planning on staying all day. I mean, heck, I love avocadoes!
Sounds like a lovely Saturday doesn't it?
Well, this is what really happened, in typical fashion for us:
We got a late start, and since he had to meet this guy at 9am, we decided we would just go to the Starbucks downtown and skip sitting at the beach. The guy ends up being late anyway though, so we could've had time to go to the beach.
After the husband leaves for his meeting, I sit and play with my phone happily, waiting until 11am to go to my haircut which is just around the corner from the Starbucks. 10 minutes before I'm supposed to go upstairs, a friend walks in and we try to catch up quickly but I have to run because of my appointment.
I walk into the hairstylist's, and she tells me my appointment was at 10am, not 11am! I'm embarrassed, but annoyed too, because I'd been just around the corner since 8:30am! And she tells me she almost went to grab herself a coffee in that very Starbucks while she was waiting for me!
Then husband's meeting is running overtime, so I'm getting antsy by this time. We then go to lunch, and then drive in separate cars to Carpinteria which is about 15 miles south of Santa Barbara. We arrive to find that it's a zoo for parking due to the festival and we're both driving around trying to find parking and swearing back and forth on our new bluetooth headsets.
We finally find each other in the festival, I never find my friend, husband goes to the booth he's helping at, and I walk around and quickly get bored and annoyed with the crowds. So I tell husband I'm going home. On the way out, I have to buy some guacamole of course.
I spot the "Holy Guaca-Moly" booth which doesn't seem to be too crowded, and says it's a contest winner for so many years in a row. Then as is usually the case at these kinds of things, it's $6 for a single serving of chips and guacamole. I shell out the money anyway--hey, it's gotta be good, right? And at least I'm heartened to see that the scoop of guacamole on top is huge, so they're not being skimpy. It looks promising too! I have a few bites as I weave my way through the crowds, and yes, it's quite tasty! I think that it would be typical for me to get bumped right now and end up with $6 worth of guacamole all over my shirt. I thought about whether the person who would do this to me would offer to buy me another $6 worth of chips and guacamole. But, no, luckily, nobody bumped into me so I didn't have to see what would happen.
No, instead, as I walked, I scooped another good looking chunk of guac onto a chip, and as it went towards my mouth, plop! Right onto my white t-shirt of course. Nice bright green color on white t-shirt.
I get to the car in the lot. There are cars circling like vultures. I won't be able to sit in the car and eat the guac in piece with all these people waiting. So, cleverly, put the chips and guac on the rubber floor mat, so if it does spill, it won't get all over the seats. It seems pretty steady where it is. I drive carefully on the roads to the freeway, and sure enough, the guac is keeping steady! This was a good plan! Everytime the traffic slowed down on the freeway I kept thinking I might try to lean over and grab another bite, but no, I could wait until I got home--it wasn't worth the risk! Oh but it was torture to keep seeing that lovely green guac with great chunks of avocado in it... mmmm...
20 minutes later I reach the freeway exit to our house, and since I'm in the car my husband usually drives, I forget that it takes longer to break. So I kind of just slow down to rolling stop at the stop sign at the end of the exit. Well, you guessed it, even though I didn't stop completely, I was still hitting the brakes too hard, and yes, the chips and guac go flying all over the floor mat--guac side down.
I'm not worried about the floor mat or the car since the mat is rubber. Of course it hasn't been cleaned in a while and there is sand all over it. And, it's a floor mat--the underside of shoes that have been god-knows-where live on top of it whenever someone sits in the passenger seat! For the 1/2 mile to the house I wonder if I can salvage any of it. This is all I get back:
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This is what was still on the floor mat:
A few bites for $6.
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