Added April 26th:
Are you fucking serious! The name "A" is not taken. That bitch is mine, suckas! I'll be so easy to find on teh friends list now! G' damn, that's awesome!
Got the job. Pretty sweet. It will be good to get away from the people I work with:
One lady has a foul mouth -- I love profanity, but these are just white trash jokes that she will say in front of customers...no class -- and constantly blackened eyes. They're not from sleep deprivation, but from stress, psychosis, and being hit with a bag of potatoes -- yes a bag of potatoes.
Seems that a long time ago when she was working as a cashier in a rather grimey part of Detroit, she got into an altercation with a large black lady over the price of a bag of potatoes. Apparently, unapeased by the price stated, the large lady grabbed the bag of potatoes and used them to wallop said white trashian about the face. Four missing teeth later, and numerous years, the white trashian resides in my former place of employment. I am still impressed by the large lady's Mike Tyson-ish use of a bag of potatoes for assaulting another human, and I still chuckle when I walk by the produce section and imagine the carnage that can be brought about with a 10 pound bag of Idaho potatoes. Moral of her story, the customer is always right -- if they have an object to molest your cranium with.
Another lady has a tooth that looks as though it has been finely sharpened with a wet stone. While not puposefully honed to imitate a sharks tooth, the comparison to Jim Rose Circus Sideshow's great lizard man is certainly uncanny, to say the least. Perhaps I forgot to mention that this is the only tooth housed in her blackened abyss of an orifice that most call a mouth. Yes, I believe I did.
The lone tooth sits stagnant, rotting in all of it's blackened glory. Hard to discriminate from the blackened gums, but blatently obvious when she has a "hack attack", which consists of coughing for minutes on end while customers look on in disbelief. I often thought the tooth would make an excellent can opener or device of torture. Surely she holds onto The Tooth as a means of gripping her adolescent beauty when perhaps five or more teeth were present. Unfortunently, her beauty now runs from her like young boy from the Neverland Ranch.
Ahhh.. the people I will miss, but not miss. More of the stories of my grim reality and existence in such a stench hole are what I will probably miss. It will be good to return to the land of fine cuisine after seeing my present company completely destroy the beautiful and abundantly profitable aisles of imported meats and cheeses that me and my former manager had built into a now legendary place.
Are you fucking serious! The name "A" is not taken. That bitch is mine, suckas! I'll be so easy to find on teh friends list now! G' damn, that's awesome!
Got the job. Pretty sweet. It will be good to get away from the people I work with:
One lady has a foul mouth -- I love profanity, but these are just white trash jokes that she will say in front of customers...no class -- and constantly blackened eyes. They're not from sleep deprivation, but from stress, psychosis, and being hit with a bag of potatoes -- yes a bag of potatoes.
Seems that a long time ago when she was working as a cashier in a rather grimey part of Detroit, she got into an altercation with a large black lady over the price of a bag of potatoes. Apparently, unapeased by the price stated, the large lady grabbed the bag of potatoes and used them to wallop said white trashian about the face. Four missing teeth later, and numerous years, the white trashian resides in my former place of employment. I am still impressed by the large lady's Mike Tyson-ish use of a bag of potatoes for assaulting another human, and I still chuckle when I walk by the produce section and imagine the carnage that can be brought about with a 10 pound bag of Idaho potatoes. Moral of her story, the customer is always right -- if they have an object to molest your cranium with.
Another lady has a tooth that looks as though it has been finely sharpened with a wet stone. While not puposefully honed to imitate a sharks tooth, the comparison to Jim Rose Circus Sideshow's great lizard man is certainly uncanny, to say the least. Perhaps I forgot to mention that this is the only tooth housed in her blackened abyss of an orifice that most call a mouth. Yes, I believe I did.
The lone tooth sits stagnant, rotting in all of it's blackened glory. Hard to discriminate from the blackened gums, but blatently obvious when she has a "hack attack", which consists of coughing for minutes on end while customers look on in disbelief. I often thought the tooth would make an excellent can opener or device of torture. Surely she holds onto The Tooth as a means of gripping her adolescent beauty when perhaps five or more teeth were present. Unfortunently, her beauty now runs from her like young boy from the Neverland Ranch.
Ahhh.. the people I will miss, but not miss. More of the stories of my grim reality and existence in such a stench hole are what I will probably miss. It will be good to return to the land of fine cuisine after seeing my present company completely destroy the beautiful and abundantly profitable aisles of imported meats and cheeses that me and my former manager had built into a now legendary place.
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so who's the....nevermind
good to have you back!!