Food, signs, and Bill
Some interesting new foods I've tried recently:
Turtle Chex Mix = Crack in a bag (Try it and tell me differently)
Fruity Cheerios = Mini Froot Loops (Not a bad thing)
Hot Pockets Subs = Truth in advertising (Yes, the bread really is soft and yummy)
More signs from Dukane Carton Craft:
(Sunday) Next time you wave, use all your fingers
(Today) Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow
And then there's Bill.
My arms aren't really in the mood for much. Carrying those packages from the mailroom took a lot out of them. I was hoping for a light day at work for their sake. Not to worry--it's so dead in the mall. I saw more life in the parking lot on the way back from the bank. There was this gaggle of women walking through the far part of the parking lot--I have no idea why. And there were these two guys working on one of the light poles...well, one guy was working; the other was sitting in a captain's chair (arrr) by the loading bay a good fifty yards away, apparently just watching. So my day is seemingly uneventful until I get a call from security asking me to tell Bill to move his car. Uh...there's no Bill here. Am I sure, and am I sure that no one from the store parks in Service Bay 3? Yeah, I'm sure. The guy asked me to hold and tried to radio someone, presumably in the parking lot, then said he'd call me back. Right. Guys, it's some moron from another store. Trust me, as I'm the only person working right now, I definitely parked in a real parking space, and I'm definitely not Bill.
Turtle Chex Mix = Crack in a bag (Try it and tell me differently)
Fruity Cheerios = Mini Froot Loops (Not a bad thing)
Hot Pockets Subs = Truth in advertising (Yes, the bread really is soft and yummy)
More signs from Dukane Carton Craft:
(Sunday) Next time you wave, use all your fingers
(Today) Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow
And then there's Bill.
My arms aren't really in the mood for much. Carrying those packages from the mailroom took a lot out of them. I was hoping for a light day at work for their sake. Not to worry--it's so dead in the mall. I saw more life in the parking lot on the way back from the bank. There was this gaggle of women walking through the far part of the parking lot--I have no idea why. And there were these two guys working on one of the light poles...well, one guy was working; the other was sitting in a captain's chair (arrr) by the loading bay a good fifty yards away, apparently just watching. So my day is seemingly uneventful until I get a call from security asking me to tell Bill to move his car. Uh...there's no Bill here. Am I sure, and am I sure that no one from the store parks in Service Bay 3? Yeah, I'm sure. The guy asked me to hold and tried to radio someone, presumably in the parking lot, then said he'd call me back. Right. Guys, it's some moron from another store. Trust me, as I'm the only person working right now, I definitely parked in a real parking space, and I'm definitely not Bill.