5/22/2005 07:47:00 PM
Times they are a changin' and I think I have a way out... so cross your fingers for me. Life will once again be grand... I am sure of it.

Husband and I had a hot date last night and enjoyed naughtiness followed by terrible service at Boston Pizza. We stopped by Wal-Mart to get a plastic tote for some crafty supplies I've been getting into, and this crazy old woman rushed up to grab a cart from the gaggle of them that were pushed up against our car. As we entered the store we saw her screaming at the greeter who looked around her ago, flustered and visibly annoyed, telling her to go out there and get some carts "There are no more! It's notmy job... you do it... this is ridiculous!" Some people... are fucking savages. If you want to scream at anyone in retail establishments, please make sure you are directing your seething hatred and anger at someone who has actually contributed to the problem you are pissed about, or at least someone who is capable of doing something about it. The greeter doesn't write the schedules, doesn't decide to send or not to send the cart boys on their collection runs, and has no say in how many or what quality of cart boys will be working... so yelling at her accomplishes nothing but a make a maniac feel moderately better for venting rage on a body.

Things like this routinely remind me why I despie mankind and all of it's insanity.

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