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Jun. 18th, 2007 04:39 pmIt's funny how "no onions" is constantly confused with "oh, please add EXTRA onions", especially at Taco Bell. I know, I know. I shouldn't eat there. Hell, I should tell fast food to kiss my ass and find a new fix. I really, really should. And this go round, I think this pretty much puts the nail in the Taco Bell coffin. I'm tired of the mix ups, the extremely rude managers [seriously, if you're asked for your name, giving someone shit instead of the name, even after being asked more than SIX times, you're gonna get a complaint. There can't be that many managers working at a given time on a given day, okay?] and also, I no longer love my fix as I used to. Which is good. Really. Except, you know, the part where I was freakin' hungry, and my first bite of my food was filled with giant onions from outer space. [Naturally when food was opened and inspected, it wasn't giant onions elsewhere. No, these were tiny, minuscule onions who invited all their friends, family, and perfect strangers to party on my food.] Besides, McDonald's is cheaper these days, and I don't OD on that half as much. Wait, no...
So. You there. Customer in line, waiting as I ever so speedily ring up your stuff. There are a couple of things we should discuss before I'm forced to punch you in the face. One. If you have an incredible amount of stuff, please, please, please notice that I have a tiny little section for bagging. Which means after two bags, it's full. If you have an entire cart full of crap, that means you have to move your bags out of the way, or I'm just going to pile your stuff up on the counter and stare blankly at you. Seriously, if people are going to act as if they think I'm mentally slow at times, I'm just not going to try.
Every time I walk by the Rolling Stone with Amy Winehouse on the cover, I get the biggest headache ever from imagining the agony of her hair. Just ow. So I'm unable to hear her name, see it in print, see her on TV, or hear her on the radio without my head aching. [/random trivia]
Other random things rattling around in my head include the surge of Rufus love. Which reminds me of being 17 again. I know, as if I'm ancient already, right? But I'm going somewhere with this, I think. Anyway, when I was 17, Ari graduated and Evan and company came to visit for the big fiesta that turned sour, which I know I reference often but I don't know if I ever told the story. Not going to at this moment in time, but anyway. During that time I had a habit of taping 120 minutes on MTV because, frankly, better stuff than a lot of the crap they played during the day. [And all of that is preferable to more than half the stuff they play now :p] Of the various bits I'd taped over the previous year, my favorite by far was the Rufus bit that brought about the "whole g-rated, Disney orgy" comment that I haven't been able to knock out of my skull ever since. So every time someone mentions him, I think of that.
All of that should have been posted yesterday. Oops. Anyway, loving the new Pullip, although it's definitely a collection of things I've seen before. Still, shiny. I think I love the new DAL as well, but must budget or some such lie. I might cave quickly because of the eyes and she and Aquel should duel on a daily basis. It's only right.
If my food would hurry up and get here, I'd be much less cranky.
So. You there. Customer in line, waiting as I ever so speedily ring up your stuff. There are a couple of things we should discuss before I'm forced to punch you in the face. One. If you have an incredible amount of stuff, please, please, please notice that I have a tiny little section for bagging. Which means after two bags, it's full. If you have an entire cart full of crap, that means you have to move your bags out of the way, or I'm just going to pile your stuff up on the counter and stare blankly at you. Seriously, if people are going to act as if they think I'm mentally slow at times, I'm just not going to try.
Every time I walk by the Rolling Stone with Amy Winehouse on the cover, I get the biggest headache ever from imagining the agony of her hair. Just ow. So I'm unable to hear her name, see it in print, see her on TV, or hear her on the radio without my head aching. [/random trivia]
Other random things rattling around in my head include the surge of Rufus love. Which reminds me of being 17 again. I know, as if I'm ancient already, right? But I'm going somewhere with this, I think. Anyway, when I was 17, Ari graduated and Evan and company came to visit for the big fiesta that turned sour, which I know I reference often but I don't know if I ever told the story. Not going to at this moment in time, but anyway. During that time I had a habit of taping 120 minutes on MTV because, frankly, better stuff than a lot of the crap they played during the day. [And all of that is preferable to more than half the stuff they play now :p] Of the various bits I'd taped over the previous year, my favorite by far was the Rufus bit that brought about the "whole g-rated, Disney orgy" comment that I haven't been able to knock out of my skull ever since. So every time someone mentions him, I think of that.
All of that should have been posted yesterday. Oops. Anyway, loving the new Pullip, although it's definitely a collection of things I've seen before. Still, shiny. I think I love the new DAL as well, but must budget or some such lie. I might cave quickly because of the eyes and she and Aquel should duel on a daily basis. It's only right.
If my food would hurry up and get here, I'd be much less cranky.
