Life Story (and then some)

We have a regular customer whom I know to live nearby our house...

Ove the last weeks she has come in every day and chatted about nothing..

Today she offered me a ride home... Against my better judgement, I accepted (mostly cuz I know where she lives and shes a frail old lady who can barely see over the counter at the store)...

I kinda wish i hadn't..

She ambushed me with pictures and photo albulms and talked to me about Dieppe and her daughters wedding and her first ex husband and her best friends daughters husbands brother (literally... he's a police officer in St Paul)...

I should have walked..

Time it takes to walk, 8 minutes..

Time it takes to drive and be bored by stories, 48 minutes...

I was contemplating saying something like "LET ME OUT OF THE CAR PLEASE!!! I CAN SEE MY HOUSE FROM HERE!!!" but I suppose I'm too polite...

Not for lack of things to say

I have plenty of stories... Believe me... I've probibly forgotten more entertaining stories in the last week than I've writeen about over the last 3.5 years..

But then we come to the reason why, if I have so many stories, my pages have been static the last few weeks..

Cuz I'm le tired and looking at words just doesnt do it for me when I'm tired...

But Morga requested and I shall oblige (more or less because I feel guilty about not dropping my rings off in person)...

But they shall be in point form..

- A middle aged man parked himself by the sandwich station and threw relish packets at me whenever my back was slightly turned to him..

- A meth addict snapped and went into a rage because I didn't have matches yet (apparently he should have known that I wouldnt have matches since they hadnt been invented yet)

- A lady of the night refused to pay for the sandwich she originally picked out because I had contaminated it (how did I contaminate it, you ask? by using the upc scanner)

- A guy came in begging us to give him change for the phonebooth.. the catch... he just wanted the money... he didnt want to exchange currency into a phonebooth friendly form... After begging and pleading and getting nowhere, he goes outside... comes back in 5 minutes later to rifle through our sandwich selection... We question him about his lack of money... "oh yeah"... he leaves... Comes back in, 5 minutes later... "Could I use your microwave? I forgot I had this sandwhich in my car"... Check... yup, it looks like one of our sandwiches... check... yup... one of our sandwhiches is missing from the rack (we had just recieved our nightly sandwhich order... so noticing out of place sandwhiches is pretty easy)... "no... please leave the sandwhich and leave..."

- A lady came in, purchased a few items, and then started to leave... paused... "didnt you say it was $13.74?" "yes ma'am..." "you only gave me 6.26..." *shakes head* "WELL?!?!" "well what?"
"aren't you gonna give me the rest of my change?" and it continued on from there...

Such is my life...

Love and Hate

You know what I hate?

when all the raisins in your raisin bran are at the bottom of the box...



You know what I love?

when you reach the bottom of a box of rasin bran...


Today I reached the bottom...