Happy Friday, friends! I don't know about you but where I live people have been up in arms because mother is was scheduled to take a big dump on us last night. Schools were already closed, police and firemen were on alert, water and booze was flying off of the shelves, the working force was already planning how they would be spending their "snow day." Well, hell, Mother Earth tricked us again. She sure pissed off a ton of people who woke up with major hangovers, thinking they had today off. But, let's be honest, one must nevah evah count on Mother Earth (or your over zealous meteorologist). Thankfully, it's Friday. So, get your asses moving and finish out your day on a productive note. Like me, writing my Peeves of Yore. If that's not productive, I don't know what is?
On to the good stuff...
I think Kate the Peon needs to give her trainer a little math lesson. March him over to the scale, stand on it and ask, "X number minus 30. What is that number? Now, shut the eff up! Do your job, encourage my ass, and yell at me like Jillian Michaels until I get to that number! And then??? Shut the hell up and yell at someone else!" I think that will take care of your little Juicehead problem.
I'm not quite sure what the worst part of this experience is, Blaugra? The actual product chosen by this "woman who is of similar age," the fact that the chosen counting method was one by one by one by one, or the odd total number of said product? Either way, after three I'd want to kick her in the shins. Dummy. Count before you come to the counter!
May I offer a suggestion, Kayteadee? Should this happen again, you just tell those bitches that you have a hardline to Al Gore. And, can they imagine how shit pissed he would be if he knew your garbage was outside rotting and spewing pollution into the air? Okay, maybe it's not much better than sitting in a landfill. However, at least they cover they shit up, and try to plant trees on the garbage.
I've been in this same situation, Red. Sounds like you were much more classy than I ever was. I decided a little bumper-carts was in order. Attempting to cut in line in front of me is a big no-no. I'll take you down, down to Chinatown. Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong. I don't believe I have ever lost, either.
If only everyone listened to Peeved Michelle's instructions on how to eat and chew your food in a normal and civilized manner, there would probably be fewer homicidal thoughts going around.
May you all have an enjoyable weekend. Or don't. I don't really care, as long as I do. Peace.