The thing about working at a supermarket that sells doughnuts is that every Sunday morning, people buy them. All morning long. Apparently people think God will forgive their calorie intake as well.
All morning you look at doughnuts, and smell doughnuts, and think “God these smell good.” And you wait. And your break finally arrives. And you get yourself two beautiful, smell-good, tastey doughnuts.
And you eat them both. *chomp*
And then the rest of the morning you have to look at doughnuts.
Some woman I talked to about Johnny Depp one time came through my line again today. She was wearing an Alien Workshop shirt. I asked her if she knew it was a skate company. Her response? “I know, my nephew owns it.”
you should have kept her reciept, and used it for cunning deeds.
but they always pay cash, perhaps to avoid a paper trail..?
audrey loves you even if you don’t have a way to get to her party. 😀 we shall hang out. and now i can buy the alcohol instead of stealing it… love you. mwah mwah mwah.