That was far from an amusing story from work. Try again.
That was far from an amusing story from work. Try again.[/QUOTE]
You haven't ever had someone attracted to you have you? If ANYTHING it's closer to sibling arguments than anythingelse.Shannow, the pandering between you and Shego reminds me of the way kids act towards to one another when they're attracted to each other.
That reminds me of another one.You'd be amazed at how many people wait in line at my work (one of the busiest delis in the area here) for 20+ minutes and then get to me and have no idea what they want.
Also, for some reason old ladies in the Atlanta area come to a deli expecting full-size pizzas and hamburgers.
See, now that's a sign you need to advertise more.Alright here's a short one to get us started.
One time a man walked directly into the deli (where I work), like right back into the employee area, and asked me where the deli was. I told him he was in it.
Done that... but as a student.Well, I just amused myself on Thursday. I went to class, set up for the lecture, and waited, noting the quiet in the department. 5 minutes into class, I checked the calendar and realized it was a holiday. Oops.
Done that... but as a student.[/QUOTE]Well, I just amused myself on Thursday. I went to class, set up for the lecture, and waited, noting the quiet in the department. 5 minutes into class, I checked the calendar and realized it was a holiday. Oops.
Either that or he's into incest...You haven't ever had someone attracted to you have you? If ANYTHING it's closer to sibling arguments than anything else.Shannow, the pandering between you and Shego reminds me of the way kids act towards to one another when they're attracted to each other.
Whoa. Donnie Darko, eat your heart out.Alright, so last Easter, one of my coworkers on the night shift before my day shift decided to drag out this ancient, ancient police bunny costume that was used for some school shit like a decade before out of the attic storage room of our station. Well, the head piece of the costume anyway. We had had a very busy drunk night and the tank had about 12 guys in it, all huddled around the heat vent in the corner of the room as they usually do. So he puts on the head piece of the costume. Opens the tank and sits in the opposite corner of the tank, staring at the now horrified drunks. Now, there's very little light in this room, so really all they could see is basic silhouette of a humanoid rabbit pointing at them and shaking his head.
The next morning it's my turn to turn the drunks loose and I get multiple excited stories about how the easter bunny was there last night and he was mean.
Done that before especially when daylight savings time has just begun or ended and I've been really tired/stressed.... telling me to calm down it was 7:00pm.
I've had a few hair-related incidents. That, and I've always looked at lot younger than I actually am. Which people keep telling me I'll appreciate when I get older, but it never seems to pan out.My favorite was working at a hardware store. I was young, and the only one there without a contractor's license, but I ended up being de facto head of lawn and garden after only a year working there (due to the official head moving out of state). People didn't really trust me because of how young I was, but I knew my stuff. General example:
Me: Anything I can help you with?
Customer: Uh...no, I'm okay, I'm just looking for so-and-so for my sprinkler system.
(I pull what he needs off the shelf)
Customer: Oh, thanks.
(I come back fifteen minutes later)
Customer (talking to my manager, an older gentleman): So, I need so-and-so for my sprinkler system; could you help me find it?
Manager (smiles at me): Well, I'm not that knowledgeable in this department, but I know for a fact that young man behind you can.
(Customer turns, I smile and wave.)
That.... was bloody fantastic. -Alright, so last Easter, one of my coworkers on the night shift before my day shift decided to drag out this ancient, ancient police bunny costume that was used for some school shit like a decade before out of the attic storage room of our station. Well, the head piece of the costume anyway. We had had a very busy drunk night and the tank had about 12 guys in it, all huddled around the heat vent in the corner of the room as they usually do. So he puts on the head piece of the costume. Opens the tank and sits in the opposite corner of the tank, staring at the now horrified drunks. Now, there's very little light in this room, so really all they could see is basic silhouette of a humanoid rabbit pointing at them and shaking his head.
The next morning it's my turn to turn the drunks loose and I get multiple excited stories about how the easter bunny was there last night and he was mean.
As my store team lead once told me when I found an abandoned inflatable mattress inside a cart corral, "You are trying to apply logic to someone clearly not using it".To this day I wonder why she didn't just order one like normal.