What does it mean when you spray a HUGE spider with Easy Off oven cleaner (because that's all you have) - - - and it doesn't die??? I WILL get him!
Anyway.......onto other things....
I'm one of those weird ones who actually LIKES grocery shopping. It feels like a legitimate way to spend money. Hey, we NEED groceries so I HAVE to spend. Plus, I do something called the Grocery Game that helps me save hundreds of dollars a year. So I'm justified in the pleasure I find of this once-a-week excursion. There is one caviat to my joy. ONE thing that sticks in my craw (yes, I'm starting to talk like my mom). This kill joy's name is . . . Richard, and he works at my local grocery store. First of all, and I know this shouldn't matter, he creeps me out. He has no hair on the top of his head and a scraggly, gross pony tail on the back. He has looooong nails, but his hands are unkempt. His pants are baggy and he has a hunchback. I'd better stop there, as far as the creepiness factor goes. But hey. I'm sure I'm creepy to some, so I tried him out one day about 10 months ago. Ok, forget the physical stuff. He is a terrible checker! I use a LOT of coupons: mfr, in-store, other-store, you name it. Most checkers are very accomodating. They don't count to make sure I'm only use 10 other-store coupons. If a product is semi-close to the coupon I have, they give me the savings. Granted, they don't HAVE to do this (& they probably SHOULDN'T), but they do. Well, Richard does not give ANY lee way (sp?). Ever since that time 10 months ago, I have vowed never to go to creepy boy again. Guess who was the ONLY checker tonight?? Mmm hmmm. I contemplated asking another worker if he could open a till for me, but Richard didn't have any customers so I thought that would be out of line. I took a deep breath and proceeded to Richard's line. Wouldn't you know it - he immediately started by telling me that he wouldn't accept a certain type of coupon from me. He even told me that his own manager accepted the type of coupons I had, but that his manager was wrong and he (Richard) wouldn't accept them.
Well, I became verbal. Can I blame that on the pregnancy? I told him, "That's exactly why I don't like coming through your line. You are the sticklerest of them all (yes, I know that's not a word). " He goes, "Well, we can't take those coupons." I said, "So because I got you and not your manager, I get penalized. That's why I try to NEVER go through your line." He goes, "Well, I would've told my manager not to accept your coupons." I go, "What's his/her name?" He gave me the manager's name & I wrote it down. What Richard DIDN'T see was that I wrote down HIS name too. I'm contemplating a complaint letter.
The moral of the story? Not all spiders or creepy checkers can be stopped immediately, but they BETTER not cross a pregnant woman. And don't worry - I'm not going to spray Richard with Easy Off!