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2) The cashier at the supermarket's only express checkout lane snotted at me that it was for valentines only, forcing me to
I add my voice to the chorus of WTFF?
Seriously, send a complaint. They are very cathartic!
(I've sent about 5 complaints in the last 2 weeks)
ION, my legs are itching me like crazy because the rain soaked through my 2 layers.
Weather here is good, still.
As for complaints, I've been bombarding my COBRA and my prescription services with them, and my voice mail says everything's resolved. But because of the migraine which is now making it hard to see, I'm putting off verifying that.
Matt, when the cashier said it was Valentine's only, how did s/he decide what was appropriate for the season? Beeyotch.
Matt, when the cashier said it was Valentine's only, how did s/he decide what was appropriate for the season? Beeyotch.
I'm guessing cards, chocolates, flowers, and balloons, though what happens if someone is buying one of those and a food item is anyone's guess. I should have just said "this is a Valentine's Day chicken, and Valentine's Day tomatoes—see, they're red?"
I now have a gigantic heart-shaped sugar cookie.
Matt, when the cashier said it was Valentine's only, how did s/he decide what was appropriate for the season?
Exactly! What if roast chicken and yogurt are your and your beloved's traditional gifts? Because of how y'all met on that farm where you plucked chickens and milked cows all day and then at night feasted upon the results of your labor?
That would make turkey po-boy and coffee mine and Mr. Jane's.
I now have a gigantic heart-shaped sugar cookie.
And you're going to break it, aren't you?
And you're going to break it, aren't you?
Keep it away from Wilco.
ION, my legs are itching me like crazy because the rain soaked through my 2 layers.
You at work, Nora? It's insane out there, like you wandered into the middle of a slushball fight during a hurricane. Best advice for crossing streets - if you see a raging river of water, use that, because it's probably the shallowest thing you're going to find to step through. The accumulation ain't all that much, but the combo of precip types is a frelling mess.
Tonight this shit's supposed to turn to snow, and the temprature is supposed to drop back to the 20s. Tomorrow's gonna be nasty.
And you're going to break it, aren't you?
I'm devouring this heart like I need fuel for a satanic ritual.
Candy and stuff won't be on sale til tomorrow, right? That's lame. I want half-price chocolate NOW.