Usually I try to bag my own stuff because I'm so damn particular (you know, not wanting ant poison in with my bread, not wanting lightbulbs in with food), but sometimes the bagger is too quick for me.
I agree with you. If there is a conveyor belt what I do is put items I want together on the belt, that way when it gets to the cashier they just put it in bags the same way.
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God speed you meddling kids.
Last edited by 10,000 Volt Ghost : Sep 22nd, 2009 at 10:57 AM.
Reason: pb
There are these annoying whorish freshman girls in my neighborhood who have a knack for cornering you into long, retarded conversations if you run into them. Last night, they tried to get me into doing ecstasy (who the hell takes ecstasy while sitting around in a park?), so I came up with some bullshitted story about how I just crashed my bike and had a concussion, and needed to get home to go to the ER. I didn't even need to ACT; dumbasses believed I had one, even though I wasn't bleeding, limping, or showing any signs of a concussion, or ANY injury.
Moral of the story: Bullshitting dumb people is fun.
WAIT WHAT? YOU DIDN'T DO A SEXUAL DRUG WITH A GROUP OF GIRLS IN A PARK?
Not that I went around checking boners but everyone I ever knew said they had a damn awful time getting it up on speed. More often than not they were more interested in doing more speed that fucking anyway.
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Exactly. Life's too short to not be ejaculating as often as possible
North of LA is always on fire. We don't really pay attention to the huge out of control wildfire 10 miles from us anymore. A lot of people will try to fight the fire with a garden hose and only leave if they can't take the heat.