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TALES FROM BEYOND PRICE CHOPPER pt. 1posted Mar 26th 2007, 11:56PM
Mood: Slow
Music: Another World-Joe Jackson
1. "ZOMG USE SOME SHAMPOO."
Okay, so it's a regular, fairly busy afternoon, and I'm bagging groceries with amazing craftmanship as usual, when out of nowhere, this woman(?) with male-pattern baldness and greasy strands of brown hair approaches me. Now, my first thought was "I wonder if she's been using anabolic steroids," but all conscious thought was then obliterated in a fiery mental holocaust. The SMELL emanating from this woman's hair was like the olfactory equivalent of Death himself. It was worse than the "artichoke fart." I had to apologize for going into an uncontrollable fit of coughing, blaming it on "a winter bug." I did my best to plaster the fake enthusiasm mask on, but I swear I nearly went into blackout several times. When I was done with the order, I would have sighed with relief had it not required me to inhale. However, Murphy's Law was certainly in effect here, as she then asked me to help her out to her car with her groceries. It didn't get any better, believe me. And of course she didn't tip.
2. GO!
Theres this guy who hangs around the store who I guess is the husband or other relative of an employee, Ellen. Anyway, several years back, Paul had a stroke. It impaired his speech. His vocabulary now is limited. When he tries to form coherent sentences, it comes out as "YES! Go with the good to go what go."(Yes, I can help you with that milk.) I know it's kind of mean, but this one time I walked up to him and said to him, "Ready, steady..." to which he replied "GO!" I'm going to hell. ;_;
It's an adjective meaning "idiotic" or "stupid." And because you don't know this either, probably, an adjective is a descriptive word, like "big" or "round" or "thieving."