Yesterday was my sisters birthday. 18th to be exact. I for the longest time, could not figure out what to get her. She was finally "legal." Whatever that means. I was thinking back to my 18th birthday and realized that it really means nothing. haha. I wanted to get her something that would signify the step to adulthood, and thought that a pack of Swisher Sweets should do it. No one in my family smokes at all, so I decided to look online to find out which flavor is most popular. As I'm sitting there reading through these reviews of these cigars, I suddenly felt a streak of responsibility flow through me. Sure there were the "aww man I love these cigars right after I get high. they're great man" reviews, but most of them went a little something like this.
"Cancer! Cancer! Cancer!"
the word association of cancer + my sister made me sick to my stomach. Although it would only be a one time thing, I was not going to be the one responsible for starting an addiction or poisoning her lungs.
long story short, we got her socks, a blanket, and perfume. 3 harmless items....if used correctly.
haha we had a great day, and finished it off by going to Texas Road House. I cannot believe Christmas is in 4 days. It boggles my mind. This year went by so fast. So many ups and downs. So many changes. But I'm super excited to start 2009. I have a feeling its going to be a great year!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Price Check Please
Picture this if you will:
You just worked what feels like the longest day at work. Your mom calls and asks you to stop at Jewel to pick up some juice she needs for a meeting at work the next morning. Being the obnoxiously awesome daughter that you are, you agree to stop. You stand outside cleaning the snow off your car until your hands are burning(?) they hurt so bad. You get in the car, and make your way over to Jewel. Just to make up for the eternity at work, you pick up some cookie dough, along with the juice. You walk into what you think is the shortest line to check out, and you unload all your stuff.
As you're standing there, you pick up a magazine as you wait for the person in front of you to be done. There's some sort of misunderstanding, and the customer in front of you asks for a price check. You secretly give that customer the stink eye. Good thing you have tht magazine to distract yourself with. The employee returns, item in hand. Customer dissatisfied with the price that was said, demands the employee rechecks. You then notice the people behind you that have unloaded their groceries, start to pick up there things and put them back into their cart. (quite annoyed). Although, you figure this may take a couple minutes longer, you're too tired to even think about loading everything back up and moving. And, you've become a little interested in the outcome of the situation. Was the olive oil really $2.45 like she said, or $5.50 like Jewel insisted from the start?
All the while, the customer finds yet another item that was supposedly on clearance. Another employee, another price check. This time you're not so secretive with your stink eye. Is she serious right now? Is that nasty tv dinner really worth it? Employee 1 returns with olive oil number two. Customer agrees to take it, after making a slightly irratated face that she had to pay the extra $3. Really? YOU'RE the one thats annoyed? Not the employee thats getting his unexpected night time workout? Employee 2 comes back with new price on tv dinner. She's dissatisfied. Naturally. She allows the cashere to ring it up, and scans the last couple items left in her cart.
You start to reassemble myself, close the magazine, and add that to my purchase. (Even with all that extra time, you didn't get to finish my story you were reading) (timecheck so far- near 10 minutes of waiting) Cashere gives the the lady her total. Before handing over method of payment, she stalls. You stare intently at her. Searing her with your death ray glare. She then states the following:
"Just take the oil and tv dinner off. I don't even want it now"
You then pulled out your swiss army knife and stab her in the tooth.
ok scratch that last part.
Honestly, I really am a patient person. I can stand, traffic jams, the DMV, and the person in front of you pulling out their checkbook to pay for their stuff. But I can not stand, people like that woman. Foul, disrespectful, and mean.
I hope that TV dinner was stale.
You just worked what feels like the longest day at work. Your mom calls and asks you to stop at Jewel to pick up some juice she needs for a meeting at work the next morning. Being the obnoxiously awesome daughter that you are, you agree to stop. You stand outside cleaning the snow off your car until your hands are burning(?) they hurt so bad. You get in the car, and make your way over to Jewel. Just to make up for the eternity at work, you pick up some cookie dough, along with the juice. You walk into what you think is the shortest line to check out, and you unload all your stuff.
As you're standing there, you pick up a magazine as you wait for the person in front of you to be done. There's some sort of misunderstanding, and the customer in front of you asks for a price check. You secretly give that customer the stink eye. Good thing you have tht magazine to distract yourself with. The employee returns, item in hand. Customer dissatisfied with the price that was said, demands the employee rechecks. You then notice the people behind you that have unloaded their groceries, start to pick up there things and put them back into their cart. (quite annoyed). Although, you figure this may take a couple minutes longer, you're too tired to even think about loading everything back up and moving. And, you've become a little interested in the outcome of the situation. Was the olive oil really $2.45 like she said, or $5.50 like Jewel insisted from the start?
All the while, the customer finds yet another item that was supposedly on clearance. Another employee, another price check. This time you're not so secretive with your stink eye. Is she serious right now? Is that nasty tv dinner really worth it? Employee 1 returns with olive oil number two. Customer agrees to take it, after making a slightly irratated face that she had to pay the extra $3. Really? YOU'RE the one thats annoyed? Not the employee thats getting his unexpected night time workout? Employee 2 comes back with new price on tv dinner. She's dissatisfied. Naturally. She allows the cashere to ring it up, and scans the last couple items left in her cart.
You start to reassemble myself, close the magazine, and add that to my purchase. (Even with all that extra time, you didn't get to finish my story you were reading) (timecheck so far- near 10 minutes of waiting) Cashere gives the the lady her total. Before handing over method of payment, she stalls. You stare intently at her. Searing her with your death ray glare. She then states the following:
"Just take the oil and tv dinner off. I don't even want it now"
You then pulled out your swiss army knife and stab her in the tooth.
ok scratch that last part.
Honestly, I really am a patient person. I can stand, traffic jams, the DMV, and the person in front of you pulling out their checkbook to pay for their stuff. But I can not stand, people like that woman. Foul, disrespectful, and mean.
I hope that TV dinner was stale.
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