Funny but true story from work yesterday
I'm filling the juices, and I have my six wheeler parked near a 'mid isle' table while I carry product to the refrigerated case (my store has no pass through in the dairy dept, you have to work around the customers)
A woman, apparently wanting to be out of the way of other customers, parks her shopping cart right next to my six wheeler, as in the way as she possibly could be, to mess with her phone, so I now have to go around her and to the other side of the six wheeler to grab product (there was a clear place where she would have been in nobody's way three feet away)
She stands there, directly in my way, as I one by one carry 6 35lb crates around her to load product on the shelf, then carry the empty or near empty crates back to the six wheeler. She's still there doing whatever when I head back to the cooler for another load, so like 8-10 minutes she's all up in the way
the irony?
she's wearing a shirt that says "I wonder if you'd drive better with that cell phone shoved up your ass"  
Talk about a disconnect

justin_o_guy2 wrote on 06/29/15 at 13:00:14:

yes, you should have enough noise that a conversation would be difficult.
but I so much hate going on restocking day.

Apparently no one proofread these headlines:

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(Be careful if you repeat this one....I can't be held responsible for the consequences.)





"I woke up grumpy this morning........."

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"Tomorrow I am just going to let her sleep!"

A group of seven-year-old children were asked, 'what they thought of beer.'

Tim - 'I think beer must be good. My dad says the more beer he drinks, the prettier my mom gets.'

Melanie - 'Beer makes my dad sleepy and we get to watch what we want on television when he is asleep, so beer is nice.

Toby - 'My Mom and Dad talk funny when they drink beer and the more they drink, the more they give kisses to each other, which is a good thing.'

Lilly - 'My Dad loves beer. The more he drinks, the better he dances. One time he danced right into the pool.'

Ethan - 'I don't like beer very much. Every time Dad drinks it, he burns the sausages on the barbecue, and they taste disgusting.'

Shirley - 'I give Dad's beer to the dog, and he goes to sleep.'
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A man in Florida was arrested for inappropriately touching two women outside a Walmart while claiming to be a psychic. When the police picked him up, he said, 'I knew this was going to happen.'

Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at an Elingsh Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, olny taht the frist adn lsat ltteres are at the rghit pcleas.  The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.  Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by ilstef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

A big-city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Cornwall. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer’s field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The litigator responded, “I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I’m going to retrieve it.”

The old farmer replied, “This is my property, and you are not coming over here.” The indignant lawyer said, “I am one of the best trial attorneys in the United States and, if you don’t let me get that duck, I’ll sue you and take everything you own.”

The farmer smiled and said, “Apparently, you don’t know how we settle disputes in Cornwall. We settle small disagreements with the ‘Three-Kick Rule’.”

The lawyer asked, “What is the ‘Three Kick Rule’?”
The Farmer replied, “Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I get to go first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on back and forth until someone gives up.”

The lawyer thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.

The farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the lawyer. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed work boot into the lawyer’s groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer’s last meal gushing from his mouth. The lawyer was on all fours when the farmer’s third kick to his rear end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pat.

The lawyer somehow managed to get to his feet.
Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, “Okay, you old fart. Now it’s my turn.”

The old farmer smiled and said, “Nah, I give up. You can have the duck.”

From
http://www.realityzone.com/currentperiod.html