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[aid] => mick
[title] => ~Price Check!~
[time] => 2004-06-21 21:49:51
[hometext] => HaHa! Funny time!
[bodytext] => I make it to the store after a long day at work. Pull out my list and go in search of a cart. I find one with a wheel that's gone berserk. I feel the tension build before I even start. When I get to the veggie stand, what do i see? But a sweet little lady entertaining herself. I get this feeling that she is messing with me. One by one, she picks the produce off the shelf. I clear my throat loudly at the ladies' expense. She looks at me like I'm some kind of menace. The sweet little lady just can't be this dense. Is it that d*mn hard to pick a head of lettuce! Shopping cart full, I head for the "Quick check". Suddenly, my place in line has been stolen. When I get cut in front of by the old wreck! And I know her items are more than a dozen! So far I'm doing good. My top hasn't been blown. But the lady ahead is giving me the bends. Just then, the cashier jumps on the microphone, And screams, "Merv! Price check on Depends!" Now I can feel the blood rushing to my face, as the clerk looks over and gives me a smile. I have this sudden urge to pull out my Mace, But I've finally made it to the front of this aisle. The kid gives a sigh as I place my goods down. Normally I would find this to be a bit funny. But he just picked the wrong time to be a clown. I reach into my wallet and pull out the money. He looks up at me, with a pout like a brat, "Do you have anything smaller than a fifty?" I would normally oblige, but it's too late for that. The boiling point has been reached within me. I imagine his head connecting with a bat, but I know that would be just a little severe. So I look square in the eyes of this cocky cat, "Smaller than a fifty? Got a one right here!" When security finally lets me leave the store, I search through five lanes until I find my car. I swear, if I stayed in there one minute more, Ambulances would have been heard from afar. I get home in a record breaking hour and a half. Walk into the house and collapse on the bed. I'm sure some day I will reflect on this and laugh. When it occurs to me, ****! I forgot the bread! [comments] => 8 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 7 [informant] => RonMiller [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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