Had kind of a crummy day yesterday am stuck doing a menial, repetitive task that our super-duper-gold-standard-PITA-computer code can't do. The SDGSPCC makes these nifty box-plot graphs but does not allow you to change how they're sorted. So I'm busy Photo-choppin' them into order of descending value. Talked to the code gurus and after an awkward pause they said, "Oh, we never thought of that." Buggers are gonna doom me to over 8 hours of copy-cut-paste madness.
GRRR.
And then I went shopping.
Irked + empty stomach = someone to avoid.
Rules for everyone else shopping in the APG Commissary at the same time as Lil'Freeper:
1. Maintain a distance of 3 cart lengths.
2. Do not stand in front of her for any reason.
3. Do not stand in front of a product she obviously wants and pretend she's not there. If she has to move your cart *and* wedge herself between you and the shelf, you should take the hint and move your sorry, indecisive self to another aisle.
4. If English is not your first language, practice reading packages out loud on an aisle far, far away from Lil'. (It will help you out with rule #3, too.)
5. Do not bring your children to the commissary during the dinner hour - especially after a long day at school. They will not contribute to the efficiency of your shopping effort and will only enrage other shoppers.
6. If you are an ignorant boob who should not have graduated from 6th grade, announce yourself as such or wear a sign. Do not under any circumstances attempt to answer a question that is clearly beyond your intellect. And NEVER, EVER argue with Lil'freeper about whether the half-pint of heavy cream in her hand is a pint or not - especially when it is labeled half-pint. (Big'ol suggested this is why the Commissary never has pints of cream... the same ignorant boob does the inventory.)
7. Persons with hearing problems should not work the registers. If after the third time Lil' says (hollers??), "Paper bags, please," and you tell the bagger "plastic", you have a hearing problem. Don't expect Lil' to be happy with you and don't expect her to tip the bagger well - phooey on the Christmas tipping season.
8. After a shopping experience such as this, do not tailgate Lil' on her way home. She'll go 5mph *under* the limit just to tick you off. :)
And to top it off, I forgot to get eggs. They were right next to Stupid-half-pint boy and I left in a huff. So I have to go back tonight.
Thanks for listening to my rant. (((((BIG HUGS FOR YOU ALL))))
If that hint is not taken, then you firmly and quite loudly say "Excuse me!", and, with a smile, proceed to wedge yourself into the space you wish to occupy.
It's a GRITS thang. ;o)
Heavy cream comes in pints?
noted ma'am... you'd feel right at home in the FLW Commissary
btw, shu-weet dinin' room...
Great rant and good morning!