Mrs. Seegarp: "My headaches have been terrible the last few months, and I don't know why."
Dr. Grumpy: "Have you had more stress? Or does it seem the Perflukin has stopped working?"
Mrs. Seegarp: "I stopped Perflukin 3 months ago when the copay coupon expired."
Hi, this is Frank.
I'm still working part-time at Local Grocery, carrying groceries out and pushing empty carts in.
At Local Grocery, and at pretty much all the other stores and malls around town, asshats of both sides STILL feel the need to cover someone else's property with stickers that say "Let's go, Brandon!" or "Dump Trump" or whatever. Usually they show up at night, and sometimes there's more than one layer where they try to cover the other side's stickers.
Can you people please stop this? This bullshit is only hurting me and my co-workers.
Because after you leave, thinking how clever you are for sticking the damn things all over cart corrals, lamp posts, "handicapped parking" signs, and even shopping carts that got missed at the closing sweep, we're the ones who have to scrape them off. So each day the morning shift has to send people out with chemicals and scrapers to deal with it, only to have some bozo put them back up the next night.
You think we like doing this at 6:00 a.m. in the Midwestern winter?
You're welcome to your opinion and your stickers. Cover your car, or your house, or your body with them. I don't care.
But all you're doing here is making more work for me, and a lot of other retail store drudges, from sea to shining sea.
The situation has gotten bad enough that now Local Grocery has hired a guy just to come in a few days a week and scrape them off the property, in addition to the extra cameras they've had to put up in the parking lot.
Those cameras aren't cheap. The guys who have to scrape off the stickers aren't volunteers. This stuff increases the store's overhead, and the same for stores, gas stations... wherever else you do this crap.
Which means that your prices are only going to go up. Certainly, this isn't a big driver of inflation in our world gone mad, but it contributes. And everyone has to pay for the asinine behavior of a few.
So grow up. Put them all over your house, car, and face if you want, but leave other people's property out if it.
Thank you.
These buffet signs from the "Department of Obvious."
Perhaps a tad scarier was this item, which falls under "what do we do with all these leftover hot dogs?"
I went down to trivia, and realized I had no chance of winning a key chain:
For those unfamiliar with cruise ship trivia, the game is for bragging rights only. The prizes are generally cheap gift shop crap, like cruise-line themed key chains, beer koozies, golf tees, coasters, and pessaries. Except on Carnival, where it's a plastic trophy shaped like a ship.
One ship we were on had this large artwork in a staircase that, to me, looked like a dead body wrapped in a sheet:
Kind of like Kim Basinger being carried out toward the end of "Last Dance with Mary Jane":
One day the ship's activity guide listed an LGBTQ "delicious lunch feast" with camaraderie. Apparently, however, neither the feast nor camaraderie were to exceed 15 minutes:
This fire hazard is, admittedly, my own invention. It was an improvised set-up to keep my MacBook plugged into the only outlet I could find on the sun deck, using a power convertor and some empty cups to keep the whole thing from falling out.
Lastly, one night we were out strolling on deck, where the pool stand routinely had a cute towel animal on display. That evening we were kind of stunned to see it was, uh, something different.
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| "I dunno. Maybe they put Viagra in the laundry detergent?" |
We were somewhat taken aback that the towel booth had taken an R-rated turn, until we continued walking and saw it from another angle:
That's all, folks!
