Post by flamingeaux on Jul 31, 2012 22:38:43 GMT -5
Jermys, I bet you probably made that poor clerk that was being paid in change happy though. I love it when the people behind someone who was acting like an ass, say exactly how assy the person in front of them was.
Think of it less as you being a bitch to the person in front of you, and more as being a voice for poor, lowly, repressed customer service peons everywhere!!!
Last night, H & I were having"Alone Time", when all of a sudden N's little face popped up right at the point of origin. "whatcha doin?" he asks. I yelp, leap off, which because I am a fatass is about as graceful as a pole vaulting rhino, diving for floor on the other side of the bed.
N stares at H's condom covered peen, in disgusted voice says: "eeeew! What's wrong with your weiner, dad? Yuck!" H is frantically grabbing for clothes, "Nicholas! What do you NEED?"
N: "uhm, I need to go potty. You gotta owie on your weiner dad?"
H: "No, Nicholas. (sigh) Let's go potty." (I am still hiding like a little bitch, listening to N playing 20 questions w/H all during potty trip, etc. Finally I grow up and face my kid, get ready to put him back to bed, hug & kiss)
Me: "I love you N, goodnight. "
N: "I love you too. I seed your boobies. Honk honk!" *honks my boob* (like I honk his nose)
Post by JamaicanPineapple on Aug 1, 2012 7:26:49 GMT -5
I have tears in my eyes from laughing so much!
Last night Stella just randomly started saying "Damn it!" while we were in the car. I swear so much I don't even remember if I said it before she did or if it just randomly came out of her mouth. Either way, it was really hard to say "No, that's not a nice thing to say" as I was trying not to laugh.
First off....Ruby, that made me truly LOL at my desk. Priceless!
As for swearing - my kids are older than toddler age, and they know not to do it. They also rag on me regularly, not to do it. So, we came to an agreement that every time I swear I owe them fifty cents, and a dollar for an F-bomb. Yeah, that ended after the first week. I would have been working to pay for my language.
Last night, H & I were having"Alone Time", when all of a sudden N's little face popped up right at the point of origin. "whatcha doin?" he asks. I yelp, leap off, which because I am a fatass is about as graceful as a pole vaulting rhino, diving for floor on the other side of the bed.
N stares at H's condom covered peen, in disgusted voice says: "eeeew! What's wrong with your weiner, dad? Yuck!" H is frantically grabbing for clothes, "Nicholas! What do you NEED?"
N: "uhm, I need to go potty. You gotta owie on your weiner dad?"
H: "No, Nicholas. (sigh) Let's go potty." (I am still hiding like a little bitch, listening to N playing 20 questions w/H all during potty trip, etc. Finally I grow up and face my kid, get ready to put him back to bed, hug & kiss)
Me: "I love you N, goodnight. "
N: "I love you too. I seed your boobies. Honk honk!" *honks my boob* (like I honk his nose)
Now I might never have kids! Thanks for the BC
I am an impatient person in general and watching someone pay with change would make me rage-y on a good day. But when my Mom died I was really angry, short tempered, annoyed, whatever. I wanted everyone to leave me the fuck alone and it was very uncharacteristic for me. Unless you've been there it might not make sense, but yeah, when people you love die it makes you want to burn shit down some of the time.
Last night, H & I were having"Alone Time", when all of a sudden N's little face popped up right at the point of origin. "whatcha doin?" he asks. I yelp, leap off, which because I am a fatass is about as graceful as a pole vaulting rhino, diving for floor on the other side of the bed.
N stares at H's condom covered peen, in disgusted voice says: "eeeew! What's wrong with your weiner, dad? Yuck!" H is frantically grabbing for clothes, "Nicholas! What do you NEED?"
N: "uhm, I need to go potty. You gotta owie on your weiner dad?"
H: "No, Nicholas. (sigh) Let's go potty." (I am still hiding like a little bitch, listening to N playing 20 questions w/H all during potty trip, etc. Finally I grow up and face my kid, get ready to put him back to bed, hug & kiss)
Me: "I love you N, goodnight. "
N: "I love you too. I seed your boobies. Honk honk!" *honks my boob* (like I honk his nose)
Since when is paying with change an offense worthy of being cursed at by a stranger? That's WEIRD, you guys!
Paying with change is fine. Holding up an entire line while you sloowwwlllyyy pay with change and therefore keep those lovely people getting the coffee they need to be lovely people makes you an asshole. Yelling isn't cool but I think jermys openly acknowledged that.
Some woman at self check out in the grocery store last night could not figure out how to scan her stuff, then couldn't figure out how to scan her coupons, then got huffy and upset b.c. she didn't think the discount for the coupons was enough and yesterday the store special was x,y,z. She had three items and it took her twenty minutes to check out, delaying all 9 of us standing in line and waiting to go home and eat dinner. Is she technically an asshole or horrible person for using self check out when she doesn't know what the fuck she's doing? No. But it still makes her annoying as hell and made me want to scream at her to go to a normal register if she is that incompetent.
Post by melindafelinda on Aug 1, 2012 10:35:48 GMT -5
Also, I image change purchases being like the person is handing them one penny at a time and slowly counting "one...two...three...wait that was a nickel, let me start over, one...two..." And NOT like "oh, it's one dollar? Well here are 4 quarters good sir!"
Paying with change doesn't make you an asshole, slow or not. And while you wanted to scream at the couponer, you didn't. Because it's out of line to yell at strangers. [/quote]
I think everyone agrees with this. But people don't always act they way they should. I have very poor impulse control and bad manners. It's pretty much a disability as far as I can tell.
I'm sure all of us have been the person inconveniencing others in the checkout line, or traffic, or wherever. I know I have. I'm usually mortified, even if I don't show it. And having somebody yell at me? Would probably not improve the situation.
I'm WORKING on it. Some old person stood in front of me at Panera staring at the menu for like 3 minutes straight without saying anything. And I just let it happen! It might have been the first time I left a Panera without incident in my life! I am making breakthroughs left and right up in this bitch.
Well, look. We all know that I'm not the brightest bulb in the box here, but the only ones that looked to me like they supported her were the one who had been a cashier and that DA chick. Everyone else was giving her the "your mom just died" pass. If that's defending, then ok!