Words uttered by the clerk handling my items during checkout:
Yesterday was Greek Orthodox Easter, so we spent the day like every Greek does - getting completely drunk.
Also…
It occurs to me that if you didn’t buy the cigarettes, which are likely killing you, then you might have been able to afford the three coffees and bag of donuts with the cash you had, rather than having to count every last cent of change in your purse, and then coming to the conclusion that you were indeed “short”, and then using a credit card to pay for it all, holding up the line even more while we all waited for you to put the smiley-face circle above the “i” in your signature.
Just another in the long line of reasons that you shouldn’t smoke - because eventually I’m going to go postal, jump on your back, and start gnawing on your head, since it is obviously filled with Twinkie stuffing.
Mmm…. Twinkie stuffing.
To be perfectly forthright, I didn’t see this post heading in the direction of sucking Twinkie filling out of your head when I started writing it. But now that it has, I’m not unhappy about it.
