I’m really beginning to believe that statement. You might have seen shows like The Office or Chuck – simple places where weird stuff happens. Acting doesn’t even need to be included, or adding extra drama – there’s enough already!
St. Patrick’s Day
”Mom, what is all this stuff for?”
Mom: “It’s for St. Patrick’s Day.”
”St. Patrick’s Day?”
Mom: “Yep.”
”So you get to say Patrick all day? Cool!! Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick. Haha!” *continues singing Patrick to himself*
My Worst Fear
So, for those of you who have been reading this for awhile, you probably know at least a little bit about me. I thought I would openly share my worst fear.
My worst fear involves long sticks. Pointy wind chimes, brooms, flag poles, whatever. I am always afraid that when I bring it over the counter to ring it up that I am going to hit someone in the face. How would you explain that? Oh, I’m sorry, your face was in the way. or I underestimated the distance between the stick and your face. It would be horrible! Besides what if someone was wearing glasses? I could see the stick accidentally hooking under the glasses, which would scare me to death, and I would jerk and accidentally poke the poor customer in the eye …
I hope this is one fear that never happens.
One Thing I’ve Always Wanted To Do
On the same token, you have read about stuff that I want to buy for weird reasons or another. One thing I have always wanted to do is take a big plastic bag, and shake all the glittery stuff over top of it, so at the end you have this huge bag of glitter. Wouldn’t that be a great way to welcome someone to a surprise party? I would love if someone dumped glitter on my head.
On the other hand, maybe not.
Random Info of the Day
Apparently dog brushes are considered dog toys.
This is Me Venting Section
I have always loved Skittles. The crunchy goodness, the so-sweet-it’s-sour inside, the many colors. I began to love them even more when my friend accidentally bought me 30 packs of the regular size. (He thought they were fun-sized). The following year, it was a huge bag of Skittles. And the year after that, it was 5 pounds of Skittles. [I thought I would puke.]
However, kids have begun to ruin me to Skittles. Kids love having their parents pay for them, then open and eat them right in the store. Now that’s all fine and dandy, until the Skittles fall out and sneak under the counter. No one knows they’re there, until the vacuum comes out. The vacuum cleaner finds the Skittles and has a sugar high, involving mass confusion, a tangled cord, and me having to pick up what the vacuum cleaner just spit out.
Skittles are the epitome of the demise of the human race.
Interesting Customer of the Day
Customer (an older man, in his 80s): Do you have any calendars?
Me: Well yes. Follow me.
*walks to calendars*
Me: I’m sorry, we only have the ones with Golf Courses left.
*Customer looks at the calendar like it is a rare jewel*
Customer: Thank you so much. How much is this?
Me: A dollar.
*Customer pulls out a dollar from his pocket and gives it to me*
Me: Well it’s a dollar and six cents with tax.
*Customer gives me another dollar.*
Me (bewildered): Well, let me go get some change.
Customer: I am so happy you have these. I have been looking everywhere. Can I hug you?
Me: Uh, sure.
*Customer continues to thank me for the next five minutes, letting me know that he’ll get the word out that we have calendars*
A Story of Mass Confusion
It was a busy night, and Kim and I were in the middle of a large balloon order. The phone rings once, twice. On the second call, Kim picks up. I hear:
”Dollar Alley. Yes. No!” followed by her hanging up the phone.
Slightly concerned, I ignore it and put it in the back of my mind.
That night, I get home and my dad tentatively asks how work went.
“It was fine,” I respond lightly.
My parents look at each other. My dad says, “Well you sounded kinda annoyed.”
Now I give them a weird look. “What do you mean? I didn’t talk to you.”
My dad replies, “Then who did I talk to on the phone?”
The next day, I walk in, and say, “Kim, I have a question for you.”
Kim walks over.
I pose the question: “Did someone call you last night and ask if you wanted dinner?”
Kim looks at me weird, then you see the realization sink in. She starts laughing while being appalled at the same time. “But I asked Dave! He didn’t say anything.”
It turns out that Dave did say that he hadn’t called, but that it was never fully discussed. As Dave says, “I have nothing to do with it, but yet I get blamed for it anyway.”
Moral of the Story: Don’t assume who you’re talking to on the phone is who you think you’re talking to – on either end.
