I'm a "Q" guy

Ha.....I are a "Q" guy.
I been want'n one these fangled bbq grills for the longest. Too many times, with my cheap Walmart grill, I catched to much delicious food slap on fire. Burn it to a crisp, that what I did. Of course, I had make a few modifications an' adjustments afore I thowed grillable stuff on it. Chicken has always been my first choice for a excit'n campsite fire. Something bout burn'n chicken fat an' skin just excite the hell out me.

My mission yesterday was to go to Walmart an' buy this wonderful flameless grill. That what I was told anyhows by the "The Weber "Q" Man of Blogland" George. Just click it.

By the time I arrived in Aransas Pass, I were get'n hungry. Now who would be a better person to have lunch with than my boat'n, fish'n, golf'n an' eat'n buddy OFM Barney? We headed off to the Bakery Cafe right slap middle down town. Had us a fair to middl'n lunch an' retired back to Barney's house for some chit chat in the comfort of his air conditioned "Castle". Plans, drawed in sand, were made for fav'n "toooo much fun" at a undetermined date. Ya cain't just sit down an' say ya gonna do something on a certain date an' then when that date arrives, your ass is in a hospital....or some old age related event.
But anyhows, we had a nice visit, fill our hunger related sensations, talk a bit an' relax. A old folk way of hav'n tooo much fun.

I jump in "that jeep", rev up the engine an' I'm headed towards Walmart. All the while think'n, "I don't need no stink'n brand new Weber Q  bbq grill". But I gonna stop anyhows, just to take a look ya know. It should be noted at this time....when I want something an' if'n I happen to stop to just take a look, it's mine. An' that's exactly what happen. But it weren't all that easy.

I guess I could take this time to tell ya bout a normal every day "Walmart experience". Ya see, the grill what I'm want'n is way up there on a shelf what I cain't reach. A Weber Q 120. I want to see touchie feelie that sucker before I lay down a couple hunnert dollar. I gos up to the nice lady an' tells her I need somebody to get that grill down for me. She get all huffy an' puff up...."there's one on display....look at that one". A Weber Q 320. The one on display ain't the one I want, I want the one way up there on that shelf. So's I just flat out tells her "no, that one is a different model, I want to see that one up there on the shelf". Finally a little short feller show up. He cain't reach that far neither. He weren't too enthused bout hav'n to actually do a little work...bithch'n an' moan'n, look'n for a way out of this situation. That when I tell the nice lady, "I'm sorry to inconvenience you folks, but maybe a manager wouldn't be so inconvenienced to drag that grill off'n that shelf for me". You would'a think I call Homeland Security, the FBI an' CIA. In less than 5 minute, that grill, from way up there on the shelf, was sit'n right where I tole that boy to set it. Then, just for some "grouchy old man" fun, I tole that boy to go fetch me a shop'n cart....and load that bbq grill in it. He even wheel it up to the check out counter. Nice boy. From his work ethics, an' the nice lady behind the counter, I see why they both work for Walmart.

So that was my excit'n day for yesterday. Now what the hell am I gonna do today? The sun was shin'n a little bit ago. Then it rain like hell. Now everthing outside is sop'n wet. Drizzl'n rain still com'n down. An' I got a brand spank'n new put together bbq grill sit'n in the middle of the liv'n room.

I sure do want that electric bicycle.