Cheese
This evening I caught myself in one of those "What the hell am I doing" moments.
I took a trip to Wal-Mart solely for the purpose of buying cheese dip.
This realization hit me as I was speaking with the cashier. I informed her that I "needed the cheese", when she retorted "swipe your debit card to the left please".
And then as I'm walking out the door, I caught myself staring, completely transfixed by the lights of the claw game. I'm writing FocusFactor a letter.
posted by Dave Swift @ 11:46 PM
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2 Comments:
can you get me some of that stuff
Gotta love the people at Wal-Mart.. you always hear how happy and nice the employees are there but it seems to me like that lady didn't care about your cheese at all! -Courtney
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