I dont know why I still have a blog.
I start school on Wednesday... maybe that will give me something to talk about.
I am terrified.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
I love Candy at Wal-Mart
Today I went into town with my father to get the materials I need for my most recent project. We also needed to go get cat food as my cat children were constantly harassing me that we were "ALMOST OUT!!!". We enter the WalMart and go to the pet goods and I grab the cat food I always get for them. Walking back up to the cash registers, my father kept complaining about how I didnt get the 'kitnkaboodle' cat food that was four dollars less. I kept insisting that this twenty pound bag of food that my cat children ALWAYS EAT will be just fine.
We go to the cash register and get checked out by a very very nice looking african-american girl named Candy. She was very pregnant and very nice. She was just very. She rand up the Q-Tips my father needed then tried to ring up the cat food. We flipped the bag over to find the bar code and then she uses her hand ringer-uper to scan it. The only problem is: it doesnt ring up. She tries for something like two and a half minutes to ring it up before resorting to just typing in the numbers in the bar code manually. When this just brings up an error about a non-existant code number she sighs in an annoyed tone. All the while, my father has been repeating "It must be free! It must be free!" with every failed attempt to purchase it.
Candy, rather exacerbated, replies "It must be free! My feet hurt and I'm not even supposed to be working the register today. It's free."
She then reassures my father that contrary to his beliefs she will keep her job and that no one will know and if anyone does, she really doesnt care.
Walking away, a rather happy couple of shoppers, my father and I turn to bid her farewell, my father saying, "Take care of that baby! When are you due?!?" September was her answer and so my dad insists that she has it on the seventh. She then says "I'll try to squeeze it out then" with that pretty smile of hers.
We go to the cash register and get checked out by a very very nice looking african-american girl named Candy. She was very pregnant and very nice. She was just very. She rand up the Q-Tips my father needed then tried to ring up the cat food. We flipped the bag over to find the bar code and then she uses her hand ringer-uper to scan it. The only problem is: it doesnt ring up. She tries for something like two and a half minutes to ring it up before resorting to just typing in the numbers in the bar code manually. When this just brings up an error about a non-existant code number she sighs in an annoyed tone. All the while, my father has been repeating "It must be free! It must be free!" with every failed attempt to purchase it.
Candy, rather exacerbated, replies "It must be free! My feet hurt and I'm not even supposed to be working the register today. It's free."
She then reassures my father that contrary to his beliefs she will keep her job and that no one will know and if anyone does, she really doesnt care.
Walking away, a rather happy couple of shoppers, my father and I turn to bid her farewell, my father saying, "Take care of that baby! When are you due?!?" September was her answer and so my dad insists that she has it on the seventh. She then says "I'll try to squeeze it out then" with that pretty smile of hers.
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