More fun with Tards...
Wednesday was Tard day at the store. I kid you not.
They come in often, with their paid assistance people, which is always fun. Personally, I get a huge kick out of the tards, even though it may seem like Im bagging on them.
Wednesday I was blessed with not only Bob the Retard, but Friend of Bob the Retard.
Friend of Bob was with his assistance person, who was buying some Balloons for her boss. Friend of Bob was gleefully running around the store, talking to everyone who would listen and just having a grand old time.
I think my favorite moment with Friend of Bob was this:
FOB: *in manly tard voice* Do you have any new pens?
Me: *thinking and trying not to ask him wtf he is talking about* Uh.....yeah....*points to aisle where pens are*
FOB: *tard voice* Yay!
Me: Uh huh.
Later on, Friend of Bob returns with a pack of cheap ass ball point pens firmly clutched in one tard hand.
FOB: are these pens?
Me: They sure are!
FOB: Cool!
*Bob the Retard enters store with *his* person*
FOB: *turning to his assistance person* That's Bob *something or other*!!!
Person: Bob?
FOB: I know his son!
Me: *thinking: He fucking bred?????*
FOB: *running gleefully through store* BOB!!!!! BOB *insert something like a last name here*!!!!
Bob: Hi!!!!
FOB: *talking to Bob's person* I know Bob's son! He was in a group home!*runs back to counter*
Later, FOB pays for his pens and happily runs out the door.
I've already posted about Bob.
Yeah, I love the tards. Theyre good.
They come in often, with their paid assistance people, which is always fun. Personally, I get a huge kick out of the tards, even though it may seem like Im bagging on them.
Wednesday I was blessed with not only Bob the Retard, but Friend of Bob the Retard.
Friend of Bob was with his assistance person, who was buying some Balloons for her boss. Friend of Bob was gleefully running around the store, talking to everyone who would listen and just having a grand old time.
I think my favorite moment with Friend of Bob was this:
FOB: *in manly tard voice* Do you have any new pens?
Me: *thinking and trying not to ask him wtf he is talking about* Uh.....yeah....*points to aisle where pens are*
FOB: *tard voice* Yay!
Me: Uh huh.
Later on, Friend of Bob returns with a pack of cheap ass ball point pens firmly clutched in one tard hand.
FOB: are these pens?
Me: They sure are!
FOB: Cool!
*Bob the Retard enters store with *his* person*
FOB: *turning to his assistance person* That's Bob *something or other*!!!
Person: Bob?
FOB: I know his son!
Me: *thinking: He fucking bred?????*
FOB: *running gleefully through store* BOB!!!!! BOB *insert something like a last name here*!!!!
Bob: Hi!!!!
FOB: *talking to Bob's person* I know Bob's son! He was in a group home!*runs back to counter*
Later, FOB pays for his pens and happily runs out the door.
I've already posted about Bob.
Yeah, I love the tards. Theyre good.