or at least I hope so. It took me 90 minutes to get 10 things at the store. Monkey Boy was with me and he was really good so 90 minutes is ridiculous. That my friends, that is how bad my pain is. Saw the doc in the morning and he gave me muscle relaxers and I have Naproxen at home. I'm still in as much pain, if not more, than I was this morning. I'm calling him tomorrow about pain pills. Who the hell expects me to be able to corral my children like this? Who I say? Do they want to borrow mine for a couple hours? I don't mind. I think of it as birth control for some people. So now I sit here in pain and can't go to sleep. Yes, that's what I was looking for.
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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