Crumby Goes to the Grocery Store, Again
Hey Ray! You need to have somebody that gives a itsha look at yer pussy blisters. They could get infected. And thanks for the photo credit omission on yer thought fer today.
Boy howdy! I am in a foul humor. I had to go to the grocery store against my will. The CB was plumb out of paper towels and down to one roll of tp. So I had to go to two stores. Then at the second dern store, which happens to be my favorite grocery store, I got stuck in the checkout line for maybe an hour. That is why I am in a foul humor.
Some lady was disputing the price of her vitamins with the checkout boy. Over and over the bill they went. That activity took up about the same amount of time as the dinosaurs ruled the earth. Good Goddess! Then, once they had all that settled, they needed to get an assistant manager to OK the financial rearrangement, about three bucks. By the time the assistant manager arrived, Solenodons had already evolved into Republicans.
Yep. My dern experience in the checkout line entirely spoiled an otherwise happy and satisfactory shopping event. Yes it did. Hopefully, I shall forget that experience, anon, and only remember how pretty and efficient was the young lady behind the butcher counter.
OK. Getting stuck in line was entirely my fault. I got in that line ignorant of the scene before me. I was not paying attention. I was distracted. I can not spell why I was distracted. Anyhow, why I was distracted is irrelevant plus potentially embarrassing and dangerous if I spelled all that out.
Some day though, I shall spell out my list of cues one should be on the look out for when selecting a checkout line. There are cues. But you have to be paying attention. Yepper. If you pay attention, you shall be surrounded in the checkout line by prettiness and efficiency. If you do not pay attention, well, you get what you deserve.
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Itsha is a Pig Latin word.
Boy howdy! I am in a foul humor. I had to go to the grocery store against my will. The CB was plumb out of paper towels and down to one roll of tp. So I had to go to two stores. Then at the second dern store, which happens to be my favorite grocery store, I got stuck in the checkout line for maybe an hour. That is why I am in a foul humor.
Some lady was disputing the price of her vitamins with the checkout boy. Over and over the bill they went. That activity took up about the same amount of time as the dinosaurs ruled the earth. Good Goddess! Then, once they had all that settled, they needed to get an assistant manager to OK the financial rearrangement, about three bucks. By the time the assistant manager arrived, Solenodons had already evolved into Republicans.
Yep. My dern experience in the checkout line entirely spoiled an otherwise happy and satisfactory shopping event. Yes it did. Hopefully, I shall forget that experience, anon, and only remember how pretty and efficient was the young lady behind the butcher counter.
OK. Getting stuck in line was entirely my fault. I got in that line ignorant of the scene before me. I was not paying attention. I was distracted. I can not spell why I was distracted. Anyhow, why I was distracted is irrelevant plus potentially embarrassing and dangerous if I spelled all that out.
Some day though, I shall spell out my list of cues one should be on the look out for when selecting a checkout line. There are cues. But you have to be paying attention. Yepper. If you pay attention, you shall be surrounded in the checkout line by prettiness and efficiency. If you do not pay attention, well, you get what you deserve.
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Itsha is a Pig Latin word.
posted by ray pistrum at Sunday, March 02, 2008
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