Mar 09, 2005 19:15
Shade is demanding I post to my journal again. I don't know what to write! Maybe if I just babble for a bit it'll turn out entertaining.
So...Friday Katie brough some chicken enchiladas and rice to work, just for me! And I forgot to take them home. Saturday...she threatens to kick me. I tell Adam to remind me about the enchiladas. He does so...an hour and a half before we close, which does me no good. I forget about them again. Basically, (my new favorite word, more later) I show up at the store today and Katie makes me get the enchiladas out of the fridge and take them home with me.
Basically. Outside our store there is a little stand that sells fat pills. No, they don't make you fat. That's what chocolate is for. These pills help you burn more fat and lose weight...when taken while eating a healthy diet and exercising of course, which would make the pills uneccessary I'd think...but oh well. Anyway, the guy at the booth is not well liked in our store because he annoys us. Mostly he annoyed Katie, a dire thing to do if she's in a bad mood. When business is slow and we have no work and we're not interested in the movie that is playing, we have taken to listening to his sales pitch as he tries to peddle his wares.
First off...you know he's walking a fine line when he walks up to passersby and starts pitching. "Hey...you look like you could lose some weight Mr. Fat Person." That's not exactly what he says, but it might as well be. So he tries to make the sale. A 30 day free trial of the pills....we only need your credit card number, etc. etc.
What we have noticed, basically, is that he basically uses the word "basically" every few minutes. Basically. I counted one afternoon and, in the brief bit of his pitch I heard, he said it 15 times.
So basically is our favorite word at the store now.
Shade wants to hear about flaming death and fortunately I can accomodate her today. Yesterday I had to go in to work for Katie because she had the sniffles. Or the snorffles actually...sniffles is too light a word for the way she sounded. I got off the phone with her and set my jacket down outside. I walked inside and put on my uniform. I walked back outside. This took maybe 6-7 minutes.
I put my jacket on when I get outside and all of a sudden I feel this intense, stabbing pain in my arm. I rip the jacket off and what should come tumbling out of the sleeve but a wasp. The little red bastard had apparently decided that my jacket was the best place to crawl into for a nap. I don't like insects. I don't like insects that bite or sting me. They must DIE!
So I grabbed a can of WD-40 and walked over to him. He was crawling about on the ground, no doubt trying to appear harmless and innocent. I'm not falling for it and I douse his ass with WD-40 and then light him on fire.
That really got his attention.
He died a flaming death. Happy Shade?