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Once upon a time, I went to the store to buy duck food. I thought they had small bags, but I was wrong. So...thankfully the pile of 50 pound bags was pretty high. All I had to do was hip check the bag while pulling & bam, in my cart.
At the register, the cashier didn't ask if I needed help like normal. I asked her, she got on her little walkie talkie thing & asked who was on for help. Well, of course, Josh is on break & Conner is late for his shift. So she says Josh can help you in 10 minutes.
No way lady. Out to my car with the cart. Guess how deep the sides of that cart looks now. I gotta wrestle it up & over the sides into my trunk. Try #1 bag slips out of my hands. During try #2, guy asks...can I have yer cart when yer done. Sure dude, gimme a minute here. Very close, but no luck. I didn't have my hand secured well enough on the bottom of the bag. Try #3 Good grip, but the dam cart rolls so my trunk is out of reach. Try #4. Nailed it. Meanwhile, guy just stands there watching. Waiting for my cart. Really guy? You with the marine patch? No help?
I'm not even stood up yet from my trunk & guy says, I'm gonna take this now, okay?
Now will someone please come over, get the duck food out of my trunk & while you're here, please open my jar of pickles?
Why didn't you tell him he could have the cart after he unloads your feed into your trunk!!
Some serious male derogatory terms are rushing into my head. Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep!
he needs bi..ch Slapped!!!!
x2!
I'm sorry
Ah well Alaska Dude . isn't that kind of spelling snow with an A
Chivalry isn't dead just spaced further than it used to be
no nothing. The normal driver is only doing mornings for a while . By the time they got here I was total wreck . Guess I should say why . Ben can make hell look like a picnic sometimes .When they are really late I worry something like that has happened . I told you about Sunday morning but not the afternoon . Ben and me take the trash to the convenient center every Sunday . After that we run errands . Mail to the post office gas for the truck . McDonalds or KFC . McDs is first .We're going down the road he taes my hand and starts gently scratching the palm . Then melts down grabs me . starts biting himself . Get stopped get lose get out and get him books from the tool box .Get him calmed down head out again make it two miles and he melts down again .Same deal stop calm him down . Head out again two more miles and again same thing . and head out again thinking just make it to mc'donalds and maybe that will do it . Almost there about two miles to go . I realized he isn't buckled up . When I say buckle up he really melts down because he has some how twisted the seat belt and can't get it buckled . Grabs me around the neck before I can get stopped . Not really screaming but something close . Took about thirty minutes to calm him down get the seat belt fixed . Worried the whole time he is going to melt down again and scared he will run out into traffic . Now don't go poor K this is my life I'm used to it And trained for it .We get to Mcdonalds get him his nuggets and fries and drink and he is laughing and smiling and changing stations on the radio every two seconds . Don't eat a single nugget or even a fry . From there we do what we went to do with another stop at KFC . But the drivers have never experienced his meltdowns . They are trained for it but if your not used to it. It can be very scary . When He is riding with someone else other than my son I just worry about him . So I come to chuckle and relax a little . Glad your here . Don't go getting all mushy neither .
Love that chivalry comment. Spot on!
And on Ben
Gorgeous!
Still can't believe you moved to Alaska with your hatred of snow.
is one of the best cities to practice profanities in always brush up when I'm there
