PMS Rant…
Since I have RAGING PMS this week, I decided there could not be a more fitting post than to just bitch about anything and everything I find annoying. Okay…here it goes:
I hate when I’m checking out at the grocery store and the cashier stops to look at what I’m buying, then proceeds to ask me about it. Case in point, yesterday the not so friendly Cub Foods guy scanned my milk, stopped and looked at it for a good minute, then proceeded to ask me if it was milk. What the hell?! Gee, what gave it away…the fact that it says “Skim Milk” on the front of the carton or the picture of the cow? Moron.
A month ago, an overly friendly cashier looked at the bag of Kale I was buying and asked me what Kale tastes like because she’s always wondered. I hope that quandary doesn’t keep her up at night because I was no help in answering her question. I explained that it was for my birds and then she looked at me like I was crazy. Whatever, she’s the one who brought it up!
I also hate it when customers at the store I work at ask me how much things cost when the goddamn prices are ON THE PRODUCTS. See lady, I can pick up this bottle, turn it over and look at the price the same as you! It’s like magic. I also hate it when customers cannot add simple prices in their head. I just had a lady ask me how much her two products were and I said that they were $10.50 a piece. She just looked at me blankly and asked how much that would be all together. Wow, I’m no mathematician, but I do believe that $10.50 + $10.50 = $21.00! Go back to your crack house and smoke a little more rock, sweetie! Kill off all your remaining brain cells.
I’m in the middle of moving and I cannot tell you how much I hate this entire process. I hate changing my address on everything, I hate cleaning out all the closets, I hate packing and I REALLY hate unpacking. If I had more money, I would pay someone to do all this for me. In fact, I’m avoiding packing right now by writing this post.
Hopefully, Aunt Flo is on her way and I will be back to my sweet and charming self in no time.
WELCOME BACK BROOKE!!!! I missed you!!!!!!
Yes, you have been missed. =)
this raging PMS must be genetic…and it gets worse as we age…Kris and I are both borderline f’ing psychotic for at least one week, often 10 days per month…. we are currently brainstorming for a solution that does not get one of use jail time.
Well I won’t ask what’s in the box in the corner then!
Actually I am a bit curious. What is it and what the heck does it taste like? :p
Wow. I WAS going to ask you if I could return this piece of merchandise without an accompanying receipt, but I thought better of it.