modest mouse
Meating People is Easy
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The mouse went out to pick up some groceries, including eggs. I'm doing the checkout thing int eh fast lane when my cashier notices my dozen eggs is only eleven.
"You didnt check 'em"
"No. I never do." I reply.
So I venture back to retrieve another dozen eggs and hustle back to the 'fast lane' as a cute stoner couple is waiting in line, with some semi-crazed lumberjack behind them.
Hip to solving the problem, I have already inspected this batch of eggs and they are great... 'cept one cracked one which I plan on replacing from the missing carton.
So with plan in place I hop back to the fast lane to scoop up my change and let teh merry souls behind me take their yummy food items home.
But things get fucked up.
My cashier, a young girl with a nice smile despite the obviousness that she is a high school sophomore and life is a confusing mess for her, does teh egg flip-flop as my instructions dictated. Thinking the problem is long gone she puts the carton in my bag.
Oops.
-Splat-
The carton had been broken and thsu created a hinge that morphed into egg launcher upon being reloaded int eh midst of my egg consolidation scheme.
Now we have egg running down the lane, almost on the credit card swipe and disgruntled customers giving me the 'eye'.
The poor cashier has had enough and in one motion manages to shuffle eggs into the solid carton, stick it in my bag, throw a paper towel ont eh egg and urge me to get away from her with a "There ya go!"
What a pain in the balls. The stoners were pissed yet amused.
So, do you check your eggs?
"You didnt check 'em"
"No. I never do." I reply.
So I venture back to retrieve another dozen eggs and hustle back to the 'fast lane' as a cute stoner couple is waiting in line, with some semi-crazed lumberjack behind them.
Hip to solving the problem, I have already inspected this batch of eggs and they are great... 'cept one cracked one which I plan on replacing from the missing carton.
So with plan in place I hop back to the fast lane to scoop up my change and let teh merry souls behind me take their yummy food items home.
But things get fucked up.
My cashier, a young girl with a nice smile despite the obviousness that she is a high school sophomore and life is a confusing mess for her, does teh egg flip-flop as my instructions dictated. Thinking the problem is long gone she puts the carton in my bag.
Oops.
-Splat-
The carton had been broken and thsu created a hinge that morphed into egg launcher upon being reloaded int eh midst of my egg consolidation scheme.
Now we have egg running down the lane, almost on the credit card swipe and disgruntled customers giving me the 'eye'.
The poor cashier has had enough and in one motion manages to shuffle eggs into the solid carton, stick it in my bag, throw a paper towel ont eh egg and urge me to get away from her with a "There ya go!"
What a pain in the balls. The stoners were pissed yet amused.
So, do you check your eggs?
