Have you ever gone to the grocery store feeling blissful and at ease only to come out of the store snarling and moody, ready to go off on someone like a loose cannon? I know I have. When shopping at the grocery store, do you really think it’s that difficult to move your cart aside and let other people go by? Sometimes, it is almost as if people feel they are royalty and need not to respond to you when you say “excuse me, please.” This of course has no effect until you voice it loudly and with a touch of attitude; only then do people actually make the effort to move.

For a moment you feel satisfied, but then it happens. You are met by their gaze, a face immersed in disgust and disbelief. How dare you address them using a tone that is anything less than perfectly pleasant?

Or perhaps you have had the pleasure of experiencing the I am going to read everything on the food label before taking an extra 5 minutes to decide whether or not I want to place said item in my cart people. I must admit, I am absolutely one of those people, BUT what seems to be the difference between me and the rest of the group is that the word courteous is incorporated into my vocabulary. Is it really that hard to step aside while reading the food labels when you know someone is behind you trying to look at the product you’re standing in the way of? Come on people, let’s be a little bit more courteous and thoughtful toward one another and move out of the damn way. Perhaps if we did just that, there would be a lesser feeling of wanting to explode like a nuclear bomb after an average trip to the grocery store.

Alright that’s enough for now; I’m off to the store.

Kaylie

I moved into a new house about 6 months ago and began shopping for TV providers. I called 4 providers (cable and sattelite) and ended up choosing one of the cable companies.

Part of the quotation process is providing them with your home phone number so that they can determine exactly where you are geographically and thus provide you with the right information. They do not, however, always ask for your name.

So here it is 6 months later and I’ve recieved 3 of the letters pictured below. Look who it’s addressed to: not only is it impersonal, but what are the odds that I’d still be in the market?

Return to Sender, Dfdfd Dfdfd Doesn't Live Here

No I don’t really think this is the cause of economic downturn..but I did think it was funny that I keep getting these letters which are obviously nothing more than wasted money on their end so I figured I would share as a contrast to all of the Obama/McCain/Election BS on every other site I’ve visited today.

Get out there and vote, if you can, if you want to,

J.L.

Two days ago I decided to take advantage of the last few days of warm weather this season and barbecue, so I did what any reasonable man would do - got in the car, drove to the grocery store to pick up some meat, and $220 later returned home. No I didn’t buy $220 worth of meat, I’m not that Manly or carnivorous, but that’s what happens when you go to the grocery store hungry. I was so hungry in fact that I picked up fast food on the way home because after an hour and a half at the store I had no interest in waiting for the ribs I bought to cook.

Last night I was all set to barbecue: it was a beautiful evening and I had all the ingredients. I opened up the first slab, seasoned it accordingly, and moved right on to slab #2. But the second slab just didn’t smell right. My first thought was: be a man, any bacteria will burn up when it hits the grill; but no I wussed out and went back to the store because the slab was obviously spoiled.

I hate returning food because years ago while in high school, I bagged groceries for “a living” and used to watch everyone from whiny old ladies to poor families who couldn’t afford to eat return food (they were able to eat half of an item and return it) and something about that scarred me for life.

I walked in to the store, stopped at the service counter and told the woman working there that I had purchased the ribs the day before and they smelled funny. To which she responded: “Well did they taste okay?” Yea they did, I just thought I’d make a special trip here to let you know that. I also took the liberty of re-forming the slab to hide the missing portion that I ate, why don’t you stick your face in there and let me know how they taste.

Thank god she isn’t out building bridges or something…

If in doubt, throw it out (or return it I guess),

Jason