PLL Picture Day

It's Monday, so that means it's time for the PLL Holly round-up.

These are from episode 1x05 Reality Bites Me.


( Speculation and pictures, ahoy! )

Now I'm off to ponder my birthday gift to meeeeeeee. And make a PLL icon or twelve.

A-s-s-h-o-l-e

There are some rude bastards out there. Sunday, Mums and I stopped at the Teeter on my way home from work. I went to see if they had a newspaper (they did not) and then Mums called me over for some stupid reason I no longer remember. On the way back, I tripped over the mat they have behind the register they usually have someone standing behind when people are using the self-checkout. Neither employee asked if I was okay, but whatever.

The door behind us opens and Mums and I are standing beside the table of sale... whatevers, because Mums is picking up one of the sales paper things. When the dude does not turn to his left or right (right will take you to the customer service/paper area, right is straight on til veggies), I don't hurry Mums out of the way because the table has another side that you can go around. We are not blocking the only lane of traffic, if you will. But the dude waits for half a second and then says in the rudest way possible, "EXCUSE ME."

Uh, excuse yourself to the other side of the table, sir. But no. We move and make the appropriate niceties. There is now plenty of freakin' space. Again. Half a second and then, "AHEM. THAT'S THE AISLE I NEED. AND I AM IN A HURRY." <- Direct. Quote.

I flipped him the bird behind his back. I admit it. Mums did too, only with more gusto and I think a thing she picked up from my Italian godfather. Dude really needed the healthcare aisle, I guess.

Mums is a little rattled and can't remember where the bread is in this particular Teeter, so we wander to the right area. Where I debate, loudly, chucking a book over the aisle and hitting the exceptionally rude James Island County Park Employee who was such an unbelievable jackass. But not so loudly that I think he heard me, especially since Mums didn't either. A minute or two later he wanders over to the sushi bar and takes forever to pick something out.

I'm a vindictive person when I get off work. I seriously debate wandering over and checking out his name tag and then filing the name away for later use. But I don't. I content myself with the knowledge that for someone in such a damn hurry, he spent twenty minutes picking out salad dressing.

But seriously. In the time it took him to be a complete asshole about it, he could have walked around the table and walked down the aisle he wanted. Same. Amount. Of. Steps, only less because no walking around *us*.

FINE. I just wanted to use my Spencer icon.

But really, kids. Don't be an asshole while wearing your uniform and nametag. It's just... stupid.