Random Thought on a Monday Morning

[CreamyGoodness]

I have an odd sense of humor. I would love to use an easily washable red water-color paint and throw it on someone's faux fur coat. I would shout "Fake Fur is Fake Murder!" and run off making that woo woo woo woo sound like Zoidberg.

These are the thoughts I have that assured I would not get into the Ivy League....

Thanks for listening.

 

[Revvy]

 

[CreamyGoodness]

Thanks Revvy I needed that... lol.

 

[Shooter]

It's a sound plan and I fail to see any holes in it. Rock solid!

 

[OntarioBeerKegs]

There is a lady at our local supermarket that turns into a tiger when try to stock up on the deals. During the ground beef fiasco of 2009 I happily filled my cart with 20lbs at a great price and escorted my bounty to the counter. After placing the items on the counter and being challenged about the quantity I pointed out there was no restriction in the flyer. She spent about five minutes confirming the two line ad. She then proceeded to call three people and paged yet another. Unhappy with the shrugs and random catcalls of sell him his f@#ing beef from the line behind me she screamed across the store at a fifth person to ask what the limit was (there was none).

One of these days I will finally work up the courage to fill a cart of frozen goods and produce to overfilling to unpack it in heaps on the counter and walk out of that store once I explain I left my wallet at home.

 

[Paulielow]

There is a lady at our local supermarket that turns into a tiger when try to stock up on the deals. During the ground beef fiasco of 2009 I happily filled my cart with 20lbs at a great price and escorted my bounty to the counter. After placing the items on the counter and being challenged about the quantity I pointed out there was no restriction in the flyer. She spent about five minutes confirming the two line ad. She then proceeded to call three people and paged yet another. Unhappy with the shrugs and random catcalls of sell him his f@#ing beef from the line behind me she screamed across the store at a fifth person to ask what the limit was (there was none).

One of these days I will finally work up the courage to fill a cart of frozen goods and produce to overfilling to unpack it in heaps on the counter and walk out of that store once I explain I left my wallet at home.

So does this old bird work at or own the store or was she a customer?