tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post8303337142067483017..comments2023-11-05T05:48:34.920-06:00Comments on LizLand: "You're the next lime..."lizgwizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10907508137794025189noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-4964073863133414112007-02-20T15:50:00.000-06:002007-02-20T15:50:00.000-06:00It's always when you want to get out of there fast...It's always when you want to get out of there fast that either they make a deposit, change their roll (tape), price checks are killers! with or without the fuzz! ;-)stinkypawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04418558395508830375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-89111053516628481762007-02-20T13:47:00.000-06:002007-02-20T13:47:00.000-06:00sparkling, it never fails. WHY are they so chatty...sparkling, it never fails. WHY are they so chatty? Is the job that boring? Well, maybe it is, come to think of it.lizgwizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10907508137794025189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-89296610669382299402007-02-20T12:49:00.000-06:002007-02-20T12:49:00.000-06:00Always when you just want to get out of there. I'...Always when you just want to get out of there. I've gotten a girl who stopped scanning to explain why she loved Monopoly - no, I didn't ask, she volunteered. One girl asks for my ZIP code, and EVERY TIME says, "Where's that?" It's less than 15 miles away. I'm tempted to go through her line with a map.M.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10074688590930796183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-23620683063667539012007-02-20T10:14:00.000-06:002007-02-20T10:14:00.000-06:00gg, you slipped in there on me. I think she was j...gg, you slipped in there on me. I think she was just one of those chronically perky people. And obviously easily amused.lizgwizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10907508137794025189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-73352999263554376142007-02-20T10:13:00.000-06:002007-02-20T10:13:00.000-06:00dcmm, I did not smack her, or Lucille, much as I w...dcmm, I did not smack her, or Lucille, much as I would have liked to. When you're theoretically fuzzy, you don't want to call that much attention to yourself. Hee.<BR/><BR/>gorillabuns, your ex sounds like a dick! And his kid like a freak. And I'm sure you're still hot!<BR/><BR/>jef, indeed. Chortle.<BR/><BR/>noelle, given a choice, I think I would prefer my checker to be slightly zoned-out than slightly too chipper. Chipper annoys me. ;)<BR/><BR/>stef, for some reason I didn't have any problem with that part of the task. Finding suitable munchies to round out my bill--that was hard. (The patches were in the pharmacy section, if I recall. Near the eye drops, etc.)lizgwizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10907508137794025189noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-25769023318867827202007-02-20T10:11:00.000-06:002007-02-20T10:11:00.000-06:00Hee! Super-cute story! I am baffled about why th...Hee! Super-cute story! I am baffled about why the cashier thought "The next lime" was so funny in the first place! Perhaps she was theoretically under the influence as well?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-81662004165583837822007-02-20T09:38:00.000-06:002007-02-20T09:38:00.000-06:00I don't think I'd even know where to look in Wal-M...I don't think I'd even know where to look in Wal-Mart (or Target) for an eye patch (outside of the costume aisle at Halloween, I mean). I think the task would be even more baffling to me had I been <I>theoretically</I> under the influence of some possibly illegal substance.Stefaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10128238432671375399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-5650563891812822612007-02-20T09:29:00.000-06:002007-02-20T09:29:00.000-06:00I'm so glad that I grew up in a Wal-mart free coun...I'm so glad that I grew up in a Wal-mart free county. We went to Drug Fair instead. Most of the check-out people there were in a constant state of zoned-out, I think chortling was physically impossible for them while they were on the clock.Noellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11567505547323976582noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-24738437439558692762007-02-20T06:25:00.000-06:002007-02-20T06:25:00.000-06:00Ahh yes, mad chortling moments are the substance o...Ahh yes, mad chortling moments are the substance of limes ...<BR/><BR/><BR/>~JefAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-28343778692630209352007-02-19T23:38:00.000-06:002007-02-19T23:38:00.000-06:00super target was the meeting place for an ex boyfr...super target was the meeting place for an ex boyfriend for me as well. while his daughter could count to 10 in like, 50 languages, my daughter just drooled and screamed princesses during the whole conversation. oh yeah, i tried to hide my fat ass behind my cart so he couldn't see how much i've ballooned from shooting out the kidlets. he, by the way, used to tell me i was quite fat and i believed him when we dated back in college. by the way, i'm 5' 7" and weighed 120lbs at the time. come to think of it, damn, i used to be hot!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34298967.post-89874406912760981362007-02-19T21:54:00.000-06:002007-02-19T21:54:00.000-06:00I have never understood why checkers at stores suc...I have never understood why checkers at stores such as that feel the need to be witty, conversational, or anything other than friendly and QUIET. Did you smack the lime lady upside the head??? Maybe not, if you were theoretically fuzzy, though, right?don't call me MA'AMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11439448178708339536noreply@blogger.com