The Easiest Forty Bucks I’ve Ever Made, And Dinner at Outback Steakhouse
Ugh…I’m stuffed.
(As you might expect, there’s more on that later.)
Quick-hitters:
- I can’t remember the last time I’ve stepped foot in a CVS.
I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a “Where are you?” email :P.
(Either that, or a “Good riddance!” email.)
- Speaking of shopping, I stepped foot in a Ross earlier today…and stepped out with ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! Then again, it helped that none of the three shirts I tried on fit very well. I didn’t even think that was humanly possible!
My sisters, on the other hand, did some nice damage to their purses.
Wait a sec…no trips to CVS in three weeks? No purchases at Ross? Am I the same person that has been blogging here for the past year and change???
- So earlier today, I made what might have been the easiest forty bucks ever.
The older of my two sisters (Nancy) had a $40 debit card, for which I was going to give her cash—I planned on using it to buy a $40 Amazon.com gift certificate, since I buy so much stuff from Amazon anyway. When she got here, she handed me the gift card, and then we got to talking about her wanting either a new cell phone plan, a new phone itself, or discounted service. I suggested that she get in contact with AT&T’s retentions department.
After being on hold for five minutes or so, she whined about not wanting to talk to customer service (apparently she keeps up with my battles with Sprint :P). She begged me to speak with CS, to which I politely declined. She then yelled, “I’ll give you that [debit] card if you deal with them!”
One minute on hold followed by fifteen minutes with a VERY knowledgeable rep later, I pocketed the debit card. In fact, the experience with that rep might cause me to (at the very least) consider a switch back to AT&T.
Yeah, I’m THAT sick of Sprint.
- Over the Fourth of July weekend—I think that’s when it happened—cousin David casually mentioned something about Outback Steakhouse. I forget the context of the conversation, but I think it had something to do with the best “mainstream” steakhouse out there.
Well, fast forward to last weekend, when Nancy offered to take me out to dinner. For what occasion, I had no idea! Anyway, that conversation with cousin David stuck in my head, and because I knew that not making a quick decision would have resulted in a week’s worth of deliberations over which restaurant to eat at (right, Krunk?), I quickly chose Outback Steakhouse.
We got to the nearest Outback at around 7pm, and were seated about ten minutes later (by a very attractive blonde, for the record). I “settled” on the 16 oz. Prime Rib dinner, and was surprised to see Coke Zero among the drink options! Nancy had ribs and chicken; my mom had the grilled salmon (the “l” is silent, dammit!); and my other sister (who likes to remain anonymous :P) ordered the steak, scallops, and shrimp dinner.
There is a good chance that my standards of food have gone down dramatically, but I thought the food was, overall, quite good. It could have been a lot worse, I suppose. I sampled every dish—and by “sampled” I mean everyone tossed a portion of their food onto my plate—and thought the ribs were quite tasty, the chicken was meh, the salmon (SAM-on, dammit!!!) was very juicy, and the bit of scallop I had was perfect. My sister’s sirloin steak, though, was not close to medium-rare; it looked almost medium-well!
As for the Prime Rib…it was excellent! It was so good, I had a hard time handing out portions to everyone else at the table (I’m stingy when it comes to good food. Is that a crime?). I could have used some horseradish sauce, though.
Actually, I could have really used an antacid. Or at least some Beano.