First, I am going to complain about the drivers in lincoln. We live in a city...if the speed limit is 40mph...please go at least 40. I am not asking you to speed, I don't speed b/c I am a cop magnet and see an average of 4 a day in about a total of an 8 mile drive. Just go the damn speed limit. And if you decide not to go the speed limit...stay in the damn right lane so those of us who do have places to go and people to see on a deadline...can drive in the left lane and speed limit. I am from a small town where if there is a slow "grandpa" driving on the road you can take a 1 block detour and be back on track or just go around them in the wrong lane...no biggy. However, you can't take just a 1 block detour in lincoln...it is an extra 10 minutes...and going into the other lane isn't real safe or easy either b/c of the median. So...it is simple...drive as though you are not the only one on the road.
Second, thanks to my loving parents...they thought it would be fun and "entertaining" for them to name me NOELLE. Now don't get me wrong, I have grown to love my name. I like that fact that it is pretty and original, not like a lot of other people's. Many people think of "The First Noel" song as soon as they see or hear my name. Then they usually break into song...and oh, let me tell you...it is always amazing...HA! I am used to hearing this song sang to me during the holidays or some snide comment referring to my name and x-mas. Not a big deal, after 21 years, I just giggle and move on. But today...one day before March...a guy comes in, I help him, then he must comment, "Oh, so you must be the girl that they named that song after huh?". Ok, first...it is almost MARCH. Second, I wasn't even a thought when that song was put together. Third, do you really think you are the first person to make some comment about my damn name...don't act so proud of your observation. If your name is BOB I don't say, "Oh, so you must be the guy they named that CAT after." I have been listening to the same thing for 21 years...please spare me if it is not holiday time...thank you.
Finally, a short troll encounter for my AFL.
T: Is that goulash?
N: Yep.
T: Is it spicy?
N: No.
T: Is that ragu(sp?) sauce on it?
N: Sure.
T: We will take $0.80 of mac and cheese.
N: Ok, it is $0.75 is that ok?
T: Yeah, I suppose that will do.
T: So, that is goulash?
N: YES!
T: And you said it isn't real spicy.
N: No, it is not spicy.
T: Well, I think it is going to be too spicy...Okay?
N: K, bye.
*thinking: how the hell can you tell it is too spicy by looking at it? And what makes you think that I give a flying F*ck if it is too spicy for you...I dont' want to sell you 23 and a half cents worth anyway...get the hell out.*
And for the song of the day...it is a Dixie Chicks song...not b/c I like them b/c I really don't, but this song was part of a big staged breakup that was put on youtube and then made it to TV stations. So here it is.
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
I’m through with doubt
There’s nothing left for me to figure out
I’ve paid a price
And I’ll keep paying
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter
Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Revenge...not mine!
Today...while watching Dr. Phil...my entertainment of the day, there was a woman who had apparently had a horrible break up. Her ex had broke her heart and she wanted revenge. So, she went to his house and destroyed everything. When he came home, he had his locks changed so she wouldn't have the right key. When she came back to do more damage...she found that she couldn't get in. Her next step...if she can't get in, neither should he, therefore, she put glue in his locks so he couldn't unlock the door. All of this gave her an idea to start a website where women can get together and read ideas for revenge. Here are a few that I remember.
1. Boil his clothes so that they shrink.
2. Have someone else on the site call your man and have her insult him while you listen.
3. Pregnancy scares.
4. STD scares.
5. Cut off all the plugs on his electrical items.
6. Pretend to be a girl he met at a club and see if he would cheat on you with this "make believe" girl.
7. Place his picture on the website so other women will be warned.
8. Write stuff on his clothing in blacklight pens so they only show up in black lights.
The list goes on and on...if you want to go to this site here it is http://www.makehimpay.net/
*One woman was so mad that when her ex was sleeping she glued his penis to his stomach, his testicles to his legs and his buttcheeks together. Now if you ask me this is a little extreme and the court agreed...she recieved 6 mouths of probation for assult.
We have all had ex's that have pissed us off, but would you ever take it this far? Oh, and just so you know, the woman who started this website b/c of her horrible ex to whom she destroyed his place, she is now back with him. Oh how ironic things can be. Which brings me to the song of the day.
Ironic by Alanis Morissette
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
1. Boil his clothes so that they shrink.
2. Have someone else on the site call your man and have her insult him while you listen.
3. Pregnancy scares.
4. STD scares.
5. Cut off all the plugs on his electrical items.
6. Pretend to be a girl he met at a club and see if he would cheat on you with this "make believe" girl.
7. Place his picture on the website so other women will be warned.
8. Write stuff on his clothing in blacklight pens so they only show up in black lights.
The list goes on and on...if you want to go to this site here it is http://www.makehimpay.net/
*One woman was so mad that when her ex was sleeping she glued his penis to his stomach, his testicles to his legs and his buttcheeks together. Now if you ask me this is a little extreme and the court agreed...she recieved 6 mouths of probation for assult.
We have all had ex's that have pissed us off, but would you ever take it this far? Oh, and just so you know, the woman who started this website b/c of her horrible ex to whom she destroyed his place, she is now back with him. Oh how ironic things can be. Which brings me to the song of the day.
Ironic by Alanis Morissette
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought"Well isn't this nice..."
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought...it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
What I say on TV
Well, yesterday, I was watching some talk show...can't remember which one, but that isn't important. It was about a woman who was extremely bulimic and hadn't seen her kids in over 12 years or so. Now, I know people who have eating disorders and I know all the background about this problem b/c of all the research I did for speeches in high school about it. Thanx to my high school math teacher...some used to think that I also had this problem. Well excuse me for not wanting to eat the food that the serve at school, but if you ever asked my parents, I can eat more than 2 grown men so shut the hell up. Anyway, that is not the point. This woman would go out with layers of clothing on in order to look like she was average sized. She would eat enough food that she would gain AT LEAST 12 pounds per setting...AT LEAST. That would then cause her to burb until she could finally find somewhere to purge. She actually weighed about 70 pounds. Because of everything that she was doing to her body, she ended up losing all her teeth, and the dentures wouldn't stay in...so she found her own way of keeping them in place. SHE WOULD HOT GLUE THEM TO HER GUMS...OUCH. It just went on and on. The thing that I don't understand is how she could give up her 7 and 9 year old children for this disorder...then not talk to the in any way for 12 years. The oldest thought that she was dead and documented it like that on his military papers. The daughter, had gotten married and had a baby and the mother knew nothing about it. I was just in AWWW. Anyway, that is my outburst of confusion for "yesterday" actually.
And Monday's song of the day was: The theme to Scooby Doo. Thanx to my mother and my younger sister I can almost guarantee that I have seen EVER episode at least 11 times. The days that there were marithons were HELL. So, here it goes. And have yourself a scooby-snack.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You?We got some work to do now.Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You?We need some help from you now.Come on Scooby-Doo, I see youpretending you got a sliverBut you're not fooling me'cause I can see, the way you shake and shiver.You know we got a mystery to solveSo Scooby-Doo be ready for your act[Scooby-Doo] Uh-uh Uh-uhDon't hold back!And Scooby-Doo if you come through you;re going to have yourself a Scooby Snack!That's a fact!Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are youYou're ready and you're willingIf we can count on youScooby-Doo, I know you;ll catch that villian.
And Monday's song of the day was: The theme to Scooby Doo. Thanx to my mother and my younger sister I can almost guarantee that I have seen EVER episode at least 11 times. The days that there were marithons were HELL. So, here it goes. And have yourself a scooby-snack.
Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You?We got some work to do now.Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You?We need some help from you now.Come on Scooby-Doo, I see youpretending you got a sliverBut you're not fooling me'cause I can see, the way you shake and shiver.You know we got a mystery to solveSo Scooby-Doo be ready for your act[Scooby-Doo] Uh-uh Uh-uhDon't hold back!And Scooby-Doo if you come through you;re going to have yourself a Scooby Snack!That's a fact!Scooby-Dooby-Doo, where are youYou're ready and you're willingIf we can count on youScooby-Doo, I know you;ll catch that villian.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
The night the lights went out...In Lincoln?
As you all well know...yesterday was a stormy day all over in nebraska. Lincoln however, didn't get the blizzard stuff b/c out snow was too damn heavy. It stood 3 inches off the power lines and even higher on everything else. Anyway, I went to be thinking nothing of it, knowing that I had set my alarm and hoping for a great night of sleep to prepare me for work. My sleep was amazing...I had a dream that I was in high school putting on a pep-rally as a cheerleader...but it was located in the Russ's Market bakery...who knows. Suddenly I was awakened by a weird ringing sound. Thinking to myself, that isn't my alarm. Then I heard it again. SHIT MY PHONE...THAT MEANS I AM LATE FOR WORK...SONOFABITCH!
N: What time is it?
Amanda: 7:07
N: Shit, (looks at alarm only to see it flashing 4:02) I think we lost electricity last night...sorry I am going to be late.
A: Ok, well I am running late too.
N: Ok, see you in a bit.
(Calling the store to tell them the deli workers will be late)
N: Brian, Amanda is running behind and my electricity went out last night so I had no alarm, I will be in as soon as possible.
B: Your electricity went out? Hmm, oh, a power line must have broke.
N: (thinking: no shit, I know what causes power outages) yeah, be there soon.
B: Take your time, we are slow.
I arrive about 30 minutes later.
B: Here already, holy crap you are fast...did you call me while you were showering?
N: Well, since my hair is dry that is a sure sign that I didn't shower before work, I never do. I shower after work to get the smell of chicken off me.
B: Oh.
Later Barb comes in and I tell her why I was late. She said, yeah, I woke up at 3:30 and noticed the power had gone out...thought about calling you but didn't want you to get mad. Next time...CALL, I HATE being late, b/c then we get behind and I get cranky. Anyway, that is all for the whole work thing. But it has been over 3 years since I have lost power b/c of winter weather...it was kinda exciting.
Now, I have also decided today that I am going post a "Song of the Day" each day. This will be a song that for some reason I cannot get out of my head.
Todays song is the theme to FRESH PRINCE. It goes like this...if you didnt' know.
Now... this is a story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down,
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In... West Philidelphia born and raised
on the playground is where I spent most of my days,
chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
and all shooting some b-ball outside the school
When a couple of guys said "we're up to no good"
started making trouble in my neighborhood,
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
she said "you're movin' with your uncle and auntie in Bel-Air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said "fresh" and had dice in the mirror,
if anything I could say this cab was rare
but I though now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
and I yelled to the cabby "yo home, smell ya later,"
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
Not sure why but every time I thought about cold (chillin maybe) or relax...this song popped into my head...no matter what song I was currently listening too.
N: What time is it?
Amanda: 7:07
N: Shit, (looks at alarm only to see it flashing 4:02) I think we lost electricity last night...sorry I am going to be late.
A: Ok, well I am running late too.
N: Ok, see you in a bit.
(Calling the store to tell them the deli workers will be late)
N: Brian, Amanda is running behind and my electricity went out last night so I had no alarm, I will be in as soon as possible.
B: Your electricity went out? Hmm, oh, a power line must have broke.
N: (thinking: no shit, I know what causes power outages) yeah, be there soon.
B: Take your time, we are slow.
I arrive about 30 minutes later.
B: Here already, holy crap you are fast...did you call me while you were showering?
N: Well, since my hair is dry that is a sure sign that I didn't shower before work, I never do. I shower after work to get the smell of chicken off me.
B: Oh.
Later Barb comes in and I tell her why I was late. She said, yeah, I woke up at 3:30 and noticed the power had gone out...thought about calling you but didn't want you to get mad. Next time...CALL, I HATE being late, b/c then we get behind and I get cranky. Anyway, that is all for the whole work thing. But it has been over 3 years since I have lost power b/c of winter weather...it was kinda exciting.
Now, I have also decided today that I am going post a "Song of the Day" each day. This will be a song that for some reason I cannot get out of my head.
Todays song is the theme to FRESH PRINCE. It goes like this...if you didnt' know.
Now... this is a story all about how
my life got flipped, turned upside down,
and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In... West Philidelphia born and raised
on the playground is where I spent most of my days,
chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool
and all shooting some b-ball outside the school
When a couple of guys said "we're up to no good"
started making trouble in my neighborhood,
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
she said "you're movin' with your uncle and auntie in Bel-Air"
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said "fresh" and had dice in the mirror,
if anything I could say this cab was rare
but I though now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
and I yelled to the cabby "yo home, smell ya later,"
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
to settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
Not sure why but every time I thought about cold (chillin maybe) or relax...this song popped into my head...no matter what song I was currently listening too.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Ads strike up my random thinking
So, as I was going thru Kori's ads today...they were all about menstral crap.
Apparently, there is a little something called a DivaCup. It looks like a funnel with a closed end. I guess you insert it like a tampon with the big part up and the closed end down. Then you just pull it out and everything is there...IN THE LITTLE CUP. And you just pour it out, rinse it and REUSE it...there is something wrong with that if you ask me. Oh yeah, and it somes in different sizes and models...why haven't I ever heard of this before? Do I live a sheltered life? Anyway, the other thing I found funny is in the picture. This is a form of panty liner you can wear with or without panties. Pretty sexy I guess. Where do ppl come up with these things? They are so inventive.
Apparently, there is a little something called a DivaCup. It looks like a funnel with a closed end. I guess you insert it like a tampon with the big part up and the closed end down. Then you just pull it out and everything is there...IN THE LITTLE CUP. And you just pour it out, rinse it and REUSE it...there is something wrong with that if you ask me. Oh yeah, and it somes in different sizes and models...why haven't I ever heard of this before? Do I live a sheltered life? Anyway, the other thing I found funny is in the picture. This is a form of panty liner you can wear with or without panties. Pretty sexy I guess. Where do ppl come up with these things? They are so inventive.
Chicken, Cow, or Bull??
Today at work I had to make our "special" chicken salad b/c we just started making it and I am one of the only 2 who know how to make it. While making it, I have to "pick" chicken, which is where you take the skin and bones off the whole roaster chickens for those who don't know. Amanda and I ended up having an interesting conversation...that went something like this.
N: Sometimes I feel kinda violent when I am picking chicken.
A: Why? The chickens are already dead...and cooked!
N: Well I know, but I just rip it's back off, then tear its legs off, strip it naked, and pull it's boobies apart...only to chop the meat into salad.
A: Yeah, I wouldn't want to be a chicken.
N: If there is an after-life, I don't want to be a chicken or a cow.
A: Huh?
N: Think about it, you are raised to be eaten...that is all.
A: Yeah, I don't think I would like that either...and that is pretty much the only outcome.
N: Cows just walk around in their own poo, eating, chewing cud and pooping....yuck.
A: But being a bull wouldn't be too bad b/c then you just get to have sex all the time with any cow you want.
N: Oh, good point...but if I was a bull I would want to be a rodeo bull, they get treated real great...as far as farm animals go I think.
And that my friends is what we talked about tonight. So, if you had to choose b/tw the three which would you be?
N: Sometimes I feel kinda violent when I am picking chicken.
A: Why? The chickens are already dead...and cooked!
N: Well I know, but I just rip it's back off, then tear its legs off, strip it naked, and pull it's boobies apart...only to chop the meat into salad.
A: Yeah, I wouldn't want to be a chicken.
N: If there is an after-life, I don't want to be a chicken or a cow.
A: Huh?
N: Think about it, you are raised to be eaten...that is all.
A: Yeah, I don't think I would like that either...and that is pretty much the only outcome.
N: Cows just walk around in their own poo, eating, chewing cud and pooping....yuck.
A: But being a bull wouldn't be too bad b/c then you just get to have sex all the time with any cow you want.
N: Oh, good point...but if I was a bull I would want to be a rodeo bull, they get treated real great...as far as farm animals go I think.
And that my friends is what we talked about tonight. So, if you had to choose b/tw the three which would you be?
Friday, February 23, 2007
Trolls background
So, on Sunday, I talked to an older lady that has lived just a few houses away from the "trolls". Apparently, they do live somewhere, the mother and oldest daughter live in a little one bedroom house and the younger sister lives in her own apartment b/c she doesn't like the older sister. Anyway, here are a few facts that I learned about them.
1. They take their spounge baths in sinks in the HyVee restrooms.
2. The reason that they don't buy much to eat is b/c they eat their dinner from the "samples" that each department puts out.
3. The used to take the plastic silver wear when it was just setting out for ppl to get even if they didn't buy anything.
4. The younger sister is the one that drives the car so the other two just have to put up with her in order to get to places.
5. They say that our water is the best water ever and their water at their house just has too much rust in it.
6. The utility ppl have asked neighbors if anyone even lives in their house b/c they don't use enough electricity to be noticed.
7. No one knows how they get their money.
8. When the father was still alive, the mother and father would sit in the front of their car and the sisters would sit in the back...as close to the car door as possible so they could be as far away from one another as possible.
I may have been told more, but can't recall it right now. However, as I find more out I will keep you informed. And, since I am already against using public restrooms, after learning that they wash in those sinks, I am even more against using public restrooms.
To top off my day, the trolls decided to grace us with there presinces. They first asked if the cheese in the mac and cheese was mild. I responded by saying, "It is the same mac and cheese you buy everyday, if you liked it yesterday, you will like it today." Yep, they ended up buying some...60 cents worth. Then they asked why we put saige in our pot roast...which we don't, we never have, we just cook it and put it in the hotcase...it is just plain pot roast. I told them that there was no saige in it. They argued, "Yes, there was last time we got some." First, I know for a fact that they have never bought our pot roast before...it is too expensive for them. Next, I know that there has never been saige in our pot roast...and how do I know...b/c I have worked everyday that we have have pot roast and I was the one to prepare it. Surpisingly, after i told them this, they sill bought 72 cents worth. Then to top it all off they bought 3 slices of yellow american cheese.
Have to give you guys a little background info for you to get the whole effect of what happened today. There are these three ladies...either 3 sisters or a mother and 2 daughters...we are not sure. Anyway, they are about 4 and a half feet tall, pry weight 80 pounds. They always wear the same clothes...sturup pants, and the shoes that nana used to wear. Anyway, they smell horrible, don't brush their teeth, so when they talk, it about knocks you on your ass. Honestly...I can stand lots of bad smells, but they about kill me. Everyday they come into the store and buy paper towels (2 rolls), crackers, pudding, 50 cents worth of mac and cheese (which pisses me off daily), take note that we haven't changed mac and cheese since I started working there...it is the same kind everyday...and new everyday, but they seem to think that it is rotten, different etc. Or they will ask for a THIN slice of bologna FROM A NEW PACKAGE...I AM NOT OPENING A NEW PACKAGE FOR YOU LITTLE TROLLS (that is what we call them). Anyway, they are huge pain in the asses and rumor has it that they live in the car...but I am not sure.
Anyway, now that you are filled in, back to todays incident. After getting their 50 cents of mac and cheese and 40 cents of potato salad...without the red things (b/c apparently those are hot...even though they are red peppers and are sweet) anywho, they went to the front to check out. Allen is one of the old guys that sacks groceries...apparently one of the little trolls doesn't like Allen's cologne. She started to cry...literally, and threw a fit. She didn't want him anywhere near her stuff b/c she says that his cologne least that smell on all her food...WTF? Anyway, after she cried for a while, we got her a different sacker and got her the hell out of the store.
1. They take their spounge baths in sinks in the HyVee restrooms.
2. The reason that they don't buy much to eat is b/c they eat their dinner from the "samples" that each department puts out.
3. The used to take the plastic silver wear when it was just setting out for ppl to get even if they didn't buy anything.
4. The younger sister is the one that drives the car so the other two just have to put up with her in order to get to places.
5. They say that our water is the best water ever and their water at their house just has too much rust in it.
6. The utility ppl have asked neighbors if anyone even lives in their house b/c they don't use enough electricity to be noticed.
7. No one knows how they get their money.
8. When the father was still alive, the mother and father would sit in the front of their car and the sisters would sit in the back...as close to the car door as possible so they could be as far away from one another as possible.
I may have been told more, but can't recall it right now. However, as I find more out I will keep you informed. And, since I am already against using public restrooms, after learning that they wash in those sinks, I am even more against using public restrooms.
To top off my day, the trolls decided to grace us with there presinces. They first asked if the cheese in the mac and cheese was mild. I responded by saying, "It is the same mac and cheese you buy everyday, if you liked it yesterday, you will like it today." Yep, they ended up buying some...60 cents worth. Then they asked why we put saige in our pot roast...which we don't, we never have, we just cook it and put it in the hotcase...it is just plain pot roast. I told them that there was no saige in it. They argued, "Yes, there was last time we got some." First, I know for a fact that they have never bought our pot roast before...it is too expensive for them. Next, I know that there has never been saige in our pot roast...and how do I know...b/c I have worked everyday that we have have pot roast and I was the one to prepare it. Surpisingly, after i told them this, they sill bought 72 cents worth. Then to top it all off they bought 3 slices of yellow american cheese.
Have to give you guys a little background info for you to get the whole effect of what happened today. There are these three ladies...either 3 sisters or a mother and 2 daughters...we are not sure. Anyway, they are about 4 and a half feet tall, pry weight 80 pounds. They always wear the same clothes...sturup pants, and the shoes that nana used to wear. Anyway, they smell horrible, don't brush their teeth, so when they talk, it about knocks you on your ass. Honestly...I can stand lots of bad smells, but they about kill me. Everyday they come into the store and buy paper towels (2 rolls), crackers, pudding, 50 cents worth of mac and cheese (which pisses me off daily), take note that we haven't changed mac and cheese since I started working there...it is the same kind everyday...and new everyday, but they seem to think that it is rotten, different etc. Or they will ask for a THIN slice of bologna FROM A NEW PACKAGE...I AM NOT OPENING A NEW PACKAGE FOR YOU LITTLE TROLLS (that is what we call them). Anyway, they are huge pain in the asses and rumor has it that they live in the car...but I am not sure.
Anyway, now that you are filled in, back to todays incident. After getting their 50 cents of mac and cheese and 40 cents of potato salad...without the red things (b/c apparently those are hot...even though they are red peppers and are sweet) anywho, they went to the front to check out. Allen is one of the old guys that sacks groceries...apparently one of the little trolls doesn't like Allen's cologne. She started to cry...literally, and threw a fit. She didn't want him anywhere near her stuff b/c she says that his cologne least that smell on all her food...WTF? Anyway, after she cried for a while, we got her a different sacker and got her the hell out of the store.
thoughts and observations (maybe offending to some)
This may be long and pointless...but deal with it, you never know, you may enjoy it.
1. This morning while at work, there was a larger gentlemen (5'10" pry 250ish) looking at our choices in the hotcase.
N: Hi, what can I get you?
Customer: Hmm, none of this fattening fried chicken on sale?
N: Nope, not today.
N: (thinking to myself) Hey fat ass, I am sure that your high cholesterol, high blood pressure, clogged arteries, and bones and thanking me for not adding more weight to your body. IT CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE. Why are you getting fried food? There are salads right there...think about it.
C: Guess I will take a pound and a half of gizzards.
N: (thinking) Don't blame me when you die of a heart attack in the next week.
N: Ok, here you go sir have a great day.
2. This one is for you AFL. So today the trolls came in (for you who don't know about them, I will soon be adding the background about the trolls so you can catch up).
T: Is that pot roast the same as always with no seasoning?
N: Yes, we use the same stuff every time we put it in the hot case, we don't change carriers.
T: Can we get about...oh...0.80 cents?
N: .80cents?
T: Yeah.
*Note: pot roast is $5 a pound so $0.80 is about 0.14 of a pound...if that, basically a mouthful.
N: Ok.
T: Oh, can we get that big chunk right there?
N: That will be more than 0.80 cents.
T: Well how much is it?
N: About $1.
T: Well, ok just go with 0.80 cents...but don't get too much of that greasy stuff.
N: It is the juice from the meat...not greasy stuff...I can't wring it all out for you.
T: Ok.
T: Can we get a spoon full of Mac and Cheese?
N: Ok, how much?
T: A spoon full, but mix it up b/c it looks to watery.
N: Ugh, ok.
N: *Gives them their stuff and runs the other way*
3. While driving home, there was a older blue pickup that some kid had tried to "fix up and hotrod". As he sat beside me at the stoplight, he reved his engine...virrum virrum. I look at him with the look that says...I am not impressed, can you keep it down? Your pickup doesn't even sound good and is giving me a headache. As the light turns green he "races" me off the line. I slowly increase my speed at a normal rate...doing nothing that I wouldn't do any other time. Once again, NOT IMPRESSED, all you are doing is burning up gas that is causing the green house effect to be worse. Way to help ruin the earth just b/c you think you are cool. The only way a car is going to impress me (as most know obviously from looking at my car) is if it is a corvette and not one from the '80's or 90's. Now THAT will impress me just b/c I love those cars and know that I would look hot driving one. But, to make the drive home even more interesting...there was another "hotrodder". This one was a baby blue, early '90's, datsan pickup. As he reved his engine it was obvious that there was a huge hole in the exhaust, and there was a knock in the engine...pry not good buddy...maybe you should lay off the "rodding". The paint was dirty and rusting and as I examined the pickup more...there were standard sized datsan tires on the front and big "farmer" tires on the back. What an idiot. I just sat there and laughed. Then when the light turned green, he zoomed ahead and started weaving in and out of traffic. For the 3rd time...NOT IMPRESSED, will enjoy having accident material to look at a few blocks ahead...thanks. Oh boys...cars aren't that cool unless you are going thru a mid-life crisis. Otherwise...save your money for something important like a college education...and your future family...which if there are more females out there like me...you won't be having if you keep that stupid pickup. Sorry if that offended anyone, but that is just how I feel.
1. This morning while at work, there was a larger gentlemen (5'10" pry 250ish) looking at our choices in the hotcase.
N: Hi, what can I get you?
Customer: Hmm, none of this fattening fried chicken on sale?
N: Nope, not today.
N: (thinking to myself) Hey fat ass, I am sure that your high cholesterol, high blood pressure, clogged arteries, and bones and thanking me for not adding more weight to your body. IT CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE. Why are you getting fried food? There are salads right there...think about it.
C: Guess I will take a pound and a half of gizzards.
N: (thinking) Don't blame me when you die of a heart attack in the next week.
N: Ok, here you go sir have a great day.
2. This one is for you AFL. So today the trolls came in (for you who don't know about them, I will soon be adding the background about the trolls so you can catch up).
T: Is that pot roast the same as always with no seasoning?
N: Yes, we use the same stuff every time we put it in the hot case, we don't change carriers.
T: Can we get about...oh...0.80 cents?
N: .80cents?
T: Yeah.
*Note: pot roast is $5 a pound so $0.80 is about 0.14 of a pound...if that, basically a mouthful.
N: Ok.
T: Oh, can we get that big chunk right there?
N: That will be more than 0.80 cents.
T: Well how much is it?
N: About $1.
T: Well, ok just go with 0.80 cents...but don't get too much of that greasy stuff.
N: It is the juice from the meat...not greasy stuff...I can't wring it all out for you.
T: Ok.
T: Can we get a spoon full of Mac and Cheese?
N: Ok, how much?
T: A spoon full, but mix it up b/c it looks to watery.
N: Ugh, ok.
N: *Gives them their stuff and runs the other way*
3. While driving home, there was a older blue pickup that some kid had tried to "fix up and hotrod". As he sat beside me at the stoplight, he reved his engine...virrum virrum. I look at him with the look that says...I am not impressed, can you keep it down? Your pickup doesn't even sound good and is giving me a headache. As the light turns green he "races" me off the line. I slowly increase my speed at a normal rate...doing nothing that I wouldn't do any other time. Once again, NOT IMPRESSED, all you are doing is burning up gas that is causing the green house effect to be worse. Way to help ruin the earth just b/c you think you are cool. The only way a car is going to impress me (as most know obviously from looking at my car) is if it is a corvette and not one from the '80's or 90's. Now THAT will impress me just b/c I love those cars and know that I would look hot driving one. But, to make the drive home even more interesting...there was another "hotrodder". This one was a baby blue, early '90's, datsan pickup. As he reved his engine it was obvious that there was a huge hole in the exhaust, and there was a knock in the engine...pry not good buddy...maybe you should lay off the "rodding". The paint was dirty and rusting and as I examined the pickup more...there were standard sized datsan tires on the front and big "farmer" tires on the back. What an idiot. I just sat there and laughed. Then when the light turned green, he zoomed ahead and started weaving in and out of traffic. For the 3rd time...NOT IMPRESSED, will enjoy having accident material to look at a few blocks ahead...thanks. Oh boys...cars aren't that cool unless you are going thru a mid-life crisis. Otherwise...save your money for something important like a college education...and your future family...which if there are more females out there like me...you won't be having if you keep that stupid pickup. Sorry if that offended anyone, but that is just how I feel.
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