What wonderfully wide gaps in my memory I have from last night. Although Mr. Brain took a nap the rest of me certainly didn't. I love this town. Once again fate brought me back to my hotel room with barely any contusions.
Christ this place is deader than Santa Monica. Lets liven it up: No spoilers. It's the Drunk Thread, fuck you.
Dammit 'Juice, and y'all say that the stuff I post is bad.... In other news, you want to know who really pisses me off? People with too many items in the express lane. Now, I can understand if you've got 15 items in a 10-item lane; I've been guilty of that plenty of times myself. But when you try to go through the express lane with a whole cart full of stuff, you can go fuck yourself in the ass with a rusty chainsaw. But you know who I really blame for this though? The clerks. Today I was at the grocery store, and it was packed. This fat couple was ahead of me in the express lane with a cart full of stuff, and the shitheel working the register didn't say anything. You better believe I told him something once it was my turn: Me: "So this is the express lane, 10 items or less, right?" Dipshit: "Uh, yeah." Me: "Well then I've got to ask you, why did you let those people through here with way more than ten items?" Dipshit: (confused) "What?" Me: "I said why did you let those people through with so many items if this is the express lane?" Dipshit: "They didn't have that much extra stuff." Me: "Do you know how to count? Because I counted almost 30 items that they had." Dipshit: "Well... Sometimes you just have to let people through with extra stuff." Me: "No you don't. My ex-wife used to work at one of these stores, and she would turn people away with too many items all the time." Dipshit: "Well I can't do that, it would be rude." Me: "No, rude is you making me wait in line as my beer gets warm because you can't do your job right." Dipshit: "......" Now look, I know that checkout clerk isn't very high up on the ladder of glamorous jobs (I should know; I used to be a clerk), but for fuck's sake, take a little pride in your job and do it right. I hope I ruined his day. At least I have Alice in Chains to cheer me up; here's some of their new stuff:
I admire how confrontational you are. This pisses me off too, but I can't blame the clerks because there's just too many dip shit customers that would make a scene. "B-b-b-but I'm the customer. You are to supposed to serve ME and MY needs. This is the worst customer service ever. Oh my God, I would so fire you." Burn in hell. I hope you get sent to a check out lane that never ends. This might be a minority of the population, but they're so god damn annoying you don't forget them. If they put so much as $30 into the register they think they deserve an ass licking and a blow job on the way out.
Whoever coined "The customer is always right" deserves to spend eternity in Hell as Satan's personal bondage slave.
I never really understood the bikini lines on women. Do people find that sexy? I understand not being able to sun your boobs out in the open, but you really shouldn't have strap lines all the way to your shoulders. Every time I see it, the first thing that pops into my head is "Zoro Titties".
Going back to the grocery clerk thing, I moved to a more hoighty toighty neighborhood, and have noticed a new phenomenon. People tipping the checkout people and baggers. Is this something I am supposed to do?
Yes. Unless you want all the bored stay at home Moms looking down their surgically reconstructed noses at you.
I'd shop at a different grocery store. I really don't like baggers, and the thought of having to tip them for doing something I would rather them not do raises my ire.
I fucking LOVE tan lines. It highlights the fun bits. Since I'm inexperienced, I need all the guidance I can get.
Go to a grocery store where you bag your own stuff and can't be judged in the first place. Problem solved!
Uh, tanlines are where it's at. I'm sure it's a circuitous connection in my brain, but tan lines mean days in the sun, on the lake or at the beach. It's an indicator that she's not spending fifteen minutes in a tanning bed. She's spending five hours at a time on a boat. They're awesome. Plus, as stated, they highlight all of the fun parts that are covered when you're out having a good time. What's not to like? Sadly, the girlfriend's complexion can be categorized as primer white, so there's no chance that she'll have rocking tanlines ever. Great tits. No tanlines. Sucks.
Same here. Mine goes from "ghost" to "lobster" with nothing inbetween, like myself most of the time. But- yes I agree tan lines are awesome for the reasons above.
Tan lines make me nostalgic for 90's porn. Something Jenna Jameson and Jeanine just did. Think it's hot as fuck. I've moved to the self check out lanes about 99% of the time. One because there is always a spot open and rarely a line. Two, even if it does take a little longer to do (cause you can't find the fucking bar code son of a bitch), it is just more psychologically more satisfying than the old lines.
I hate self check out. It seems to me a way to get the customer to cut their costs on labor. On the othet hand it makes me a little happt to think how much a company like wal-mart loses to shop lifting due to those lines.