went out on a little oregon city excursion today...
was taking my boss to the airport [for non-business purposes] & figured I'd jump on the opportunity being closer and all, before mister jonathan is no longer working out there! after all, we can't leave the elusive "farm" as a mere mythological place that is only spoken of in tall tales & such! *wink*
so I got directions early this morning, after a weird phone interaction that simply had me all up in a bunch not knowing what was up or down, who's who, and where's first!? *shaking head in recovery* despite the vast direction given to me... a few helpful details weren't shared in the confusion and briefness of the moment so I drove around just a scootch too long (having to desperately hit a restroom, probably didn't aide my direction deciphering abilities in the least!) turned around, and finally called the shop whenst I was once again in reception [literally across the field from them!]
Steve *wonders if he carries a "handy-dandy notebook"* gave me the address and I was reset on the right path/gravel driveway... however now the decision was down to: 'which randomly non-marked or even slightly distinguished door do I approach?'
*enter phone call #12 [using non-existent minutes... tick-tick-tick!]*
steve: *usual enthusiastic voice* "Antique Motorcycle Works, this is Steve"
me: *trying to maintain usual chipper, yet unassuming voice* "Hi steve, is jonathan around?"
*rustling as jonathan is retrieved*
he: "hi!?"
me: "I'm right by your car..."
he: *laughing* "wondering what door to come in..."
me: *matter-of-factly* "yeah... and I've got to go to the bathroom... so quick!"
hopefully, he's learned by now... you don't mess with an amancay who has to pee!
with no potty in the shop/barn *wonders what 'they call it'* we walked down to the house... and finally back up to see the place. TGJ quickly took over, showing me all sorts of spiffy-nifty things they've made, introducing me to characters people, explaining processes, and even offering/serving mate cocido (a little som'n som'n I like to call "argentina in a travel mug" or "camp in a cup"... but we'll get to that later/another time!)
I got to oooo & aaaah over amazingly sweet bikes, and unfortunately embarrassed the ma-heck out of myself by uttering the word that should otherwise be reserved for vacuums, straws and other things that extract air (my apologies, sir!)... *growling, while still working on the entire princess thing, innocent grin™*
best of all was getting a good dose of friendship in the midst of the day/week/whatever... a shnazzy post-it with wonderful words on it... and catching jonathan in an act he'd hardly fess up to, "you weren't supposed to see that!" *evil laughter ensues, once again, singing appropriate songs in her head*
