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Disclaimer: this is Dagen's account (the actual account) of the Gatorade fiasco.
Michelle and I were watching TV in our pajamas one evening when a craving hit. "Would you like to go to OnCue and get yourself a drink and get me some Gatorade?" I didn't want a drink but I did want to be a good husband so I grabbed the keys and headed off to get Gatorade. I headed to Wal-Mart so I could maximize my Gatorade dollar and stock up. I grabbed 3 gallons: 1 Lemon-lime and 2 Orange...nothing more. I proceeded to the checkout where I stood...and stood...for more than 25 minutes I stood. There were 2 cashiers for over 15 people. I returned home frustrated at Sam Walton. I put the Gatorade on the kitchen counter and headed to living room. Michelle pops her head over the couch and says, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!? You've been gone like 40 minutes." I said I had been standing in the checkout line. "Did you get Gatorade?" I told her it was in the kitchen. "Well, can I have some," she asked. I went back to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, filled it with Gatorade and brought it to her. One sip..."It's warm!!!" She jumps up from the couch and heads to the kitchen. She turns the corner and sees the 3 gallons on the counter. "That's TOO MUCH Gatorade! I just wanted small bottle of it." I tried to explain the economy of purchasing in bulk but she wasn't up for it. "I asked for a bottle of Gatorade from OnCue, why did you buy so much? This will go bad before I can drink it all." I didn't argue with her that Gatorade doesn't go bad, I just wondered where she had found my bottle of crazy pills. We woke up the next morning and Michelle said, "I'm sorry I went crazy last night. I knew I was being crazy during the conversation but I just couldn't stop." Great...8 more months of crazy. Imagine how bad it would have been if I had told her I was considering buying a case of Gatorade powder.
Michelle and I were watching TV in our pajamas one evening when a craving hit. "Would you like to go to OnCue and get yourself a drink and get me some Gatorade?" I didn't want a drink but I did want to be a good husband so I grabbed the keys and headed off to get Gatorade. I headed to Wal-Mart so I could maximize my Gatorade dollar and stock up. I grabbed 3 gallons: 1 Lemon-lime and 2 Orange...nothing more. I proceeded to the checkout where I stood...and stood...for more than 25 minutes I stood. There were 2 cashiers for over 15 people. I returned home frustrated at Sam Walton. I put the Gatorade on the kitchen counter and headed to living room. Michelle pops her head over the couch and says, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!? You've been gone like 40 minutes." I said I had been standing in the checkout line. "Did you get Gatorade?" I told her it was in the kitchen. "Well, can I have some," she asked. I went back to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, filled it with Gatorade and brought it to her. One sip..."It's warm!!!" She jumps up from the couch and heads to the kitchen. She turns the corner and sees the 3 gallons on the counter. "That's TOO MUCH Gatorade! I just wanted small bottle of it." I tried to explain the economy of purchasing in bulk but she wasn't up for it. "I asked for a bottle of Gatorade from OnCue, why did you buy so much? This will go bad before I can drink it all." I didn't argue with her that Gatorade doesn't go bad, I just wondered where she had found my bottle of crazy pills. We woke up the next morning and Michelle said, "I'm sorry I went crazy last night. I knew I was being crazy during the conversation but I just couldn't stop." Great...8 more months of crazy. Imagine how bad it would have been if I had told her I was considering buying a case of Gatorade powder.
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Okay....so this totally sounds like my sister. The funny thing is, I can completely visual how this went down and I fear you have many more episodes to come...ha ha...love you both!
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