Double order of each...I'll take the Jack and Coke when I turn 21.
What a bad day this was...The other cart-pushers simaltaneously think I'm too serious and won't take me seriously, I had a disagreement with a CSM (we made up), and I was told not to curse when I uttered the word "crap", which is so minor, it's not even an obscenity anymore...except at Wal-Mart, where you can't even say "Oh My God!". Of course, I say that at least 20 times before my first 15-minute break. Some kid yells "Frank Sinatra" at me as he drives by in a car...Is "Frank Sinatra" street slang for something? To top it all off, one of the cart pushers says he's my friend and then when one of my emotional disabilities comes out to play, he'll drop a couple of "F Bombs" in reference to me. I had a discussion about race with this man and I thought he was going to throttle me. You know the Gods are playing cosmic hardball when an elementary school teacher you've known since George W. Bush's father's administration, a teacher who has been one of your staunchest allies for almost a decade and a half, says to just live with the people who are making fun of you and that there's nothing you can do about it.
Prayers, pixie dust, hugs...Whatever ya got, I'll take.
Sincerely,
John "anotherboardnposter" Kilduff...
If it weren't for the facts that it provides a steady paycheck and I don't have the education, skills or abilities to work elsewhere, I'd quit. I'm like the Rodney Dangerfield of Wal-Mart..."No Respect!"