Random thoughts on people, places and things.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Cell Phone Whores

Most of my regular customers are wonderful. Kind, pleasant, loyal, and they keep us in business. Even the ones that are a PITA from time to time are tolerable and at the end of the day, I really appreciate them.

However, there are a few regulars who get under my skin for one reason only: they can't seem to pry their cell phones from their ear. In fact, one lady has YET to come into the store and complete a transaction without talking on her phone.

I understand that there are some phone conversations that can't wait - your daughter is sick at school, your wife's car broke down, etc. But picking up the phone in the middle of a transaction with a conversation like this could probably wait until you pull away from the drive thru:

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey! Ohmigod, you HAVE to tell me what you want for your birthday...NooOoOoo...I HAVE to get you something! SERIOUSLY, though...honestly, it's coming up SO FAST!!!!"

You know what this says to me? It is your desperate cry for attention; an outward message to the world that whines, "I'm important! LOOK! I have people to talk to!"


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

No Wonder!

My brother-in-law went to Dunkin' Donuts the other day and had a 50% off coupon for his order. The lady must have been new, because instead of taking 50%, she initially took off 50 cents. When he pointed out the error, she went to ask another employee how to take the 50% off.

She came back and pressed a few buttons, took the 50% off and BIL was on his merry way. Today, he showed us the receipt.

Now we know why we always see squad cars there...

Hi! My name is...

...NOT Slim Shady.

When I am browsing in the breakfast aisle at the grocery store, it's hard to concentrate when you walk back and forth with your pen and pad of sick lyrics and rap out loud.

I know you're a lyrical genius, and one day you will be discovered, blah blah blah. But not here. You will not be discovered for your ill flow in the middle of the grocery store! I know, I'm just another hater sippin' Hatorade.

So, please - just pick a frickin box of cereal and rap somewhere else.