There's entirely too much stuff rolling about in my melon. One minute I'm happy and chair dancing then boom I'm a bucket of tears. What the hell is wrong with me? (Yeah I know, we may never get the answer to that). My Gramma has been on my mind a lot lately. I'm not sure why. She passed away in Nov of 2003. Her b-day is in Feb. Maybe it's cause Sophia has her double chin. I miss that woman. When thinking of her I can't help but think of my uncles and my great aunt who have all passed away in the last 4 years. I'm done with people I know dying. Please stop.
Dear Crotchety Broad, While I love my job and think it's the easiest one in the world to have, I do not think dealing with your ass was easy. Here are some highlights from my fabulous time with you: When your cashier is ringing up your precious produce, putting the codes in (from memory thank you very much), don't start trash talking her. I didn't hear you ask if I needed help because, well, um, I was busy ringing your shit up. When I look up because I heard something , don't look at me and say, " HELLO??" all sarcastic and shit. I will squish your tomatos, avocados and bread. When I ask if you have coupons, that's generally a sign that I am not a mind reader, can't see in your purse and can't predict the future (contrary to what you may think dear customer). As a refresher, here's our coversation: Loverly Cashier: Did you have any coupons today ma'am? (and that ma'am part may or may not have been choked out of my throat) Crotchety Broa...
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