Today's Rating

Due to the graphic nature and use of strong language of today’s post, it is rated
PG-13
Readers Strongly Cautioned. Some material may be inappropriate for children under 13.

Today @ Work

Ok to day was one of those days at my job that was bloody boring and just seamed like a waste of time with the exception of a few people.

There was this one lady that made it all worthwhile. When I came to the deli she was leaving because no one was there but I managed to ask her if she needed anything to which she replied yes with a smile. I apologized for having her wait, she looked tired but tried her hardest not to let it show. Every word that came from her mouth was accompanied with warmth and sincerity. Instead of gimmie it was may I have, and yes, thank you, and even have a nice day. I was blown away to the point I had to let her know she was one of the nicest people I helped all day, I should have said nicest but I was in shock!

Of course their was the usual dumb asses that used the used the wrong terminology. I must ask why don’t people know the basic types of chesses. It drives me crazy when people come up and ask for squire cheese, orange cheese, or the name brand as if it’s the only cheese that company makes. Ok its not squire cheese it American cheese lots of other cheeses are squire and American is not even real cheese. There is no such thing as orange cheese they are yellow. For those of us that are not intellectually challenged, white cheese is actually yellow and yellow cheese is actually orange that’s just the way of the world get used to it, and for those that are it all an illusion to confuse you, if that will help you to remember. I think the last one the solution is too dam obvious to mention.

To day this one dumb ass actually asked me for orange cheese, I almost asked him what kind but when I dawned on me that he suffered from lacto intelligentsia, I simply asked “American?” and that’s what he meant. He also asked for turkey breast, when I asked him “what kind?” you would think I asked a 10 year old niggaa to pick his daddy out of a line up. I tried to make it easy on him and asked if he wanted regular but he was already way to confused to understand my question. After a few seconds he took his nose of the glass and asked for “da dites n Watson back farkest smok terky” once I was finished slicing I gave him his stuff and said “have a good one” to which he replied “thank you buddy.” I simply thought to my self that’s shame he has no idea that I am going to make fun of him tonight.

I also met a guy named Pe-tus I can only imagine what it takes to piss him off and bring back sad childhood memories, but the he is probably used to it, if not then “Get use to it.”

THE BIRTH OF A CANDY BAR

One PAYDAY, MR. PEANUT wanted a BIT O'HONEY, so he took MARY JANE behind the POWERHOUSE on the corner of CLARK and FIFTH AVE. He began to feel her MOUNDS. That was pure ALMOND JOY. It made her TOOTSIE ROLL. He let out a SNICKER as his BUTTERFINGER went up her JUICY FRUIT and caused a MILKY WAY. She screamed "OH HENRY" as she sqeezed his PETER PAUL and ZAGNUTS. MARY JANE said, "You are even better than the THREE MUSKETEERS." Soon she was a bit CHUNKY and nine months later had a BABY RUTH.

That is alot of kittens. How many have you killed?