Abbey
Spork Queen
Busy week being the cookie pusher of Oshkosh. I'm waiting for the feds to take me down. ONE more day and I might make it out alive.
Funny story. When I don't have a customer I help stock the sale aisle that looks like a tornado went through at any given time. I'm putting up some stuff and I see these two 80ish guys coming to my station. I walk over just as one is picking up a cookie. He says, "I'm just stealing a cookie."
"Well, why don't you take one of each?" Then I look at his hand and it has a good 8 cookies stuffed in it. I said, "Wait a minute here! Let me see your pockets." He ashamedly opens his parka pocket and it is STUFFED with cookies. I laughed my arse off. COOKIE STEALER!!! He says, but they're so good. Well, ya know (in my best WI accent), you could actually buy a bucket and have 7 dozen cookies. Then I looked up and the owner of the chain was behind them laughing his bootie off. I told him that if he bought the bucket (all of $5) I'd take it home and bake them for him. He said he'd be back tomorrow with $5. I love old people. I'll bake him cookies.
It's 4 degrees here and snowing. Nuff said.
My GPS is working perfectly (thank you, thank you) so I successfully navigated to a local tavern to have a beer with old Jack, a customer. He says he's 64, but I'm thinking he needs to add another 10 years. Liar.
Half of my stuff has made it here from Vegas and is now strewn about all parts of the house. Now I need to figure out where I'm going to put it.
Toilet cell is still on the fritz but I can go back and forth between the two handicapped cells to get calls. I just have to pick rice out of my teeth every time I try to use it.
Abbey
Funny story. When I don't have a customer I help stock the sale aisle that looks like a tornado went through at any given time. I'm putting up some stuff and I see these two 80ish guys coming to my station. I walk over just as one is picking up a cookie. He says, "I'm just stealing a cookie."
"Well, why don't you take one of each?" Then I look at his hand and it has a good 8 cookies stuffed in it. I said, "Wait a minute here! Let me see your pockets." He ashamedly opens his parka pocket and it is STUFFED with cookies. I laughed my arse off. COOKIE STEALER!!! He says, but they're so good. Well, ya know (in my best WI accent), you could actually buy a bucket and have 7 dozen cookies. Then I looked up and the owner of the chain was behind them laughing his bootie off. I told him that if he bought the bucket (all of $5) I'd take it home and bake them for him. He said he'd be back tomorrow with $5. I love old people. I'll bake him cookies.
It's 4 degrees here and snowing. Nuff said.
My GPS is working perfectly (thank you, thank you) so I successfully navigated to a local tavern to have a beer with old Jack, a customer. He says he's 64, but I'm thinking he needs to add another 10 years. Liar.
Half of my stuff has made it here from Vegas and is now strewn about all parts of the house. Now I need to figure out where I'm going to put it.
Toilet cell is still on the fritz but I can go back and forth between the two handicapped cells to get calls. I just have to pick rice out of my teeth every time I try to use it.
Abbey