shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the way home. Why does the little old guy in the plaid shirt and suspenders (AND belt) totter up to the register at Byrne Dairy RIGHT at 5 pm? He's probably been up since 6 am, yet he picks rush hour to 1) complain that the buttermilk he's been drinking out of the carton is "a little off." [How could you tell?]; 2) barter with the cashier about the price of cheese, while simultaneously quizzing her on the applicability of the price at other stores in the chain; and 3) pay with a jumble of change fished out of pockets over the space of several minutes. I'm a calm person, but I wanted to scream, "MY ICE CREAM'S GETTING ALL MUSHY!" Sheesh. 8:44 p.m. - 2004-10-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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