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Monday, November 05, 2001
Buckle up kids...it's about to get bumpy.
So I was at a local grocery store today (I won't tell you which one, but if you guessed Cub Foods I would tell you that you were more right than wrong), and I bought some food stuffs. And some little punk, who was obviously pissed off at the world started packing my groceries. It made me miss the time when you used to have to pack your own. I almost had to say, "Please don't put all the heavy jars and cans I have in one plastic bag" or "I'm sorry that you only make $4.15 an hour, but please don't pack my soda on top of my eggs, and please keep the bread out from under the bird seed." MORONS AND CRACKHEADS!!! Then three (count them three) of the five bags were ripped by the time I got to my car. Which means one of two things happened. Either he a). ripped them while putting them in my cart or b.) he ripped them while putting them in my cart. It drove me to drink. I suppose I should say thanks for that though.
On the plus side, I bought two new Christmas CD's today, but don't tell me wife. Oh wait a minute, she reads this site, DAMMIT! There I go driven to drink again.
Craig @ 4:39 PM
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