*sigh*
So, I just got back from an interesting shopping trip for some last minute groceries.
First, I went to Publix. I got hit on three times in the 20 minutes that I was in there. lol. The best part was these two guidos...they were walking around - without any groceries or a cart - looking at all of the girls rather than anything in the store. Here's the conversation that followed:
Guido 1: I like Sarasota.
Guido 2: Yeah, there's some nice scenery here (as he looks up and down at this blond girl).
G1: We should come visit Ma more often.
I took all the energy I had to not bust out laughing and be like "Oh my god...I can't believe you guys just said that. FYI, 1980 wants its cheesiness and hair gel back. Get a fuckin' life...and stop staring at my tits."
As I'm pulling back onto the main road, I realize that I forgot to get a styrofoam cooler for the leftovers we'll take back to Orlando. I pull into a BP where this Middle Eastern Guy (MEG) is working. This was what happened:
Amber: Hi. Do you have any styrofoam coolers?
MEG: Telephone?
A: No, styrofoam cooler. *mimes the shape of a cooler*
MEG: Ice?
A: Umm, yes? *hopes that I'm at least heading in the right direction*
MEG points to the ice cooler in the back, which has exactly one cooler on top of it. I grab it and bring it up to the register. MEG rings it up, looks at me and says "Ice box" really slow at me like I'm retarded.
I tell him to have a nice day (as he obviously doesn't celebrate Christmas), and he goes "ok, you will.....happy holy day*!!"
It was awesome.
*Not holiday...Muslims don't have holidays, only holy days.
First, I went to Publix. I got hit on three times in the 20 minutes that I was in there. lol. The best part was these two guidos...they were walking around - without any groceries or a cart - looking at all of the girls rather than anything in the store. Here's the conversation that followed:
Guido 1: I like Sarasota.
Guido 2: Yeah, there's some nice scenery here (as he looks up and down at this blond girl).
G1: We should come visit Ma more often.
I took all the energy I had to not bust out laughing and be like "Oh my god...I can't believe you guys just said that. FYI, 1980 wants its cheesiness and hair gel back. Get a fuckin' life...and stop staring at my tits."
As I'm pulling back onto the main road, I realize that I forgot to get a styrofoam cooler for the leftovers we'll take back to Orlando. I pull into a BP where this Middle Eastern Guy (MEG) is working. This was what happened:
Amber: Hi. Do you have any styrofoam coolers?
MEG: Telephone?
A: No, styrofoam cooler. *mimes the shape of a cooler*
MEG: Ice?
A: Umm, yes? *hopes that I'm at least heading in the right direction*
MEG points to the ice cooler in the back, which has exactly one cooler on top of it. I grab it and bring it up to the register. MEG rings it up, looks at me and says "Ice box" really slow at me like I'm retarded.
I tell him to have a nice day (as he obviously doesn't celebrate Christmas), and he goes "ok, you will.....happy holy day*!!"
It was awesome.
*Not holiday...Muslims don't have holidays, only holy days.