Why is Watermelon the buzz flavor of late? All the kids things seem to be watermelon flavored. Eww. Eww.Eww.
Why do I have a headache for nearly the seventh day in a row?
Why does my son crave salty and not sweet?
Oh Oh Oh..ok we have Food Max here not sure what it's like in other parts of the county (like I have this HUGE reading audience from all over the country but Jenn she's far away she will want to know what to compare it to so shut up!)
You can always see strange people at Food Max. Friday's are the best!!
And today did not dissappoint.
Joseph and I go and we are doing our thing and at first we saw a man with so many tatoo's I got a little woozie. I mean we have friends with tatoo's I am not all crazy about that...just certain void of color ones freak me out. My dear friend Jim told me which to look for tatto's with no color to tell if he's done prison time. I am a little uncomfortable. We live close to a prison I try not to think about that too much. So I thought well now that's fun, that's our story of the day. I kid you not his man walked about buying "fresh fruit" and squeezing it in a very creepy way and from the looks of the woman he was with that was going to be the freshest thing he got in awhile. ewww weee.
I lagged behind and let him go ahead to the "BEER" which he loaded his cart up with.
Off we go and we're all done bagging our stuff cuz thats what you gotta do there and the man behind us was I'd say late 20's missing some teeth, buy 4 bags of ice, and beer and drinks. "Goin' campin, boatin, fishin, drinkin...gonna start the drinkin first. AHAHAHA" He says.
I run to the car.
I am putting our stuff and Joseph in the car and I hear this crazy sound. It's toothless man and he has put the ice in the back of the truck and then the drinks and then the ice chest. His companion says "Maybe you should put the ice in the ice chest dumbass" and that sets him O F F .
The truck is unloaded right in the parking lot. He climbs in and starts throwing 2 millon Powerade bottles out the back, the ice chests, the ice, bread, it's all coming out. I want to watch this show but he scares me and oh look there is prison man. Getinthecar,getinthecar, getinthecar.
As I am backing out I see toothless man open the ice bag and dump it into the ice chest. A 20 lb back of ice in a 15 lb cooler. It wont all fit. It's falling all over the place. He cant get the lid on. He cant even put the beer in it. He's throwing the ice all of the place to get the lid on it. His companion is just watching it all unfold. Maybe thinking "This is going to be a long ass weekend" It was a full fledged temper tantrum right in front of me. A free show.
Phew.
I am sort of scared to go out to work tonight but people are better than the zoo sometimes.
I'll share the stories dont worry.
2 comments:
OMG that is a hilarious story. See, people are NUTS. And you got to see that exciting drama? Love it! I mean, of course, as long as you and the D man were out of the way and all. You know.
I hope you never see toothless boy again.
Is Food Max kinda like Food LION? I dunno. But we don't really have a store here where you bag your own stuff. WEll there was this ONE place I went to once. It is right there close to where we used to work, Tamm? It used to be an Eckerd on the corner on the main road near where you turn at Sears to get to our old office? Well, they turned it into a Sav A Lot. Thought I'd try it out one day when I was getting ready to leave work and go home. I get in there and there are no brand names (that's ok cause I don't always buy them) but the off brands are ones I have never even heard off. They look very questionable. And they are VERY expensive for generic. Know what I'm saying? At this point, when I realize this, I have invested too much time to leave and go elsewhere, I'm expected home to make dinner; no? So I get a few choice things and go up to the register, there is some hullaballoo about a rejected check or something so by the time I get up there, I've been in line too long. The lady is slingin my stuff to the end of the wrap and that's pissing me off. I'm looking around for a bagger, no bagger. I pay. I wait for her to bag it. She starts ringing up the next person. I'm now ticked. Waiting patiently for the bagger, but ticked. The cashier finally looks at me and says do you need something? Uh, yeah. Then she gets that I'm waiting for my stuff to be bagged and now I'm cloggin up the line. She says don't you have anything to bag it? Bag it? What do you mean? She wanted to know if I had a bag because I did not ask her to ring up plastic bags for me so that I could bad my own stuff!!!! I have to PAY for bags? Yes she says, but you didn't tell me (hellloooo how about asking the customer who clearly looks stupid anyway about all this) to ring them up. How much are they? 20 cents she says. PER bag? Highway robbery! I picked up all my things and stacked them in my arms and walked right out that door. I'm sure they ALL got a good laugh out of me after I left.
I'll never go back there again. Not because I don't want to bag my own things but because I was so humiliated and my pride so hurt, I promised I'd never go back. I never break a promise. Well....I try really hard not to anyway. That's one I can keep. Easy peezy lemon squeezy.
Jenn
I don't drink much, but I have to say that I enjoy a Bacardi Silver Watermelon every now and then.
Maybe go to Albertsons next time?
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