Oh hell yes.
My best friend was hungry and stuck working ‘til 4am, so I ran to the Schnuck’s across from our work to get her salad making stuff. After I left she sent me this in a text.
“I was wondering why my salad didn’t taste quite right. You bought vinegar and vinegar. LOL.”
D’oh! I’m the failure of the year.
Singin’ in the Rain - Gene Kelly
“I’m laughing at clouds so dark up above.
The sun’s in my heart and I’m ready for love.”
They play this over and over again in the produce department at Schnuck’s. It always kind of freaks me out when I’m shopping for rutabaga at three in the morning.
Shopping carts remind me of children. Children remind me of freedom. Freedom reminds me of boats. Boats remind me of T-pain.
I have a bizarre, almost unreasonable hate for capris. I will refrain from going into a rant about them here, because I know you own a pair. It’s okay. Every woman owns at least one pair of capris. I’m not judging you for it, but I hate those things with a passion. They are like…pants that are going through puberty…not yet fully grown from their cute stage as shorts, and no quite an adult yet, leaving them awkward-looking. Effing capris.
I just learned, much to my excitement, that Famous-Barr (in St. Louis) was the first air conditioned department store in the United States. Yee-haw.
This guy was buying a fishing pole, a few items from the ladies’ clothing department, and three sticks of deodorant. It was 2 in the morning.