This morning my favorite customer came in. He comes in every day and buys four newspapers and usually a bagel or donut, and sometimes he gives me lotto tickets to check. So, he gets to the counter and puts the papers down on the counter. Like he does every single day. With the barcodes facing down. Every single frikin day, and every single frikin day I turn every one of them over so I can scan the barcode. This has happened about... oh... 365 times, and he STILL puts the dadgum papers on the counter with the barcodes down. SO. Like I said, I turned them all over and scanned them and then turned them BACK over so he could have all of his papers right side up, which apparently is important to him. I ask him if he wants a bag. Then I hear something... SMACK. SMACK. SMACK SMACK SMACK... no, I think I can... SMACK SMACK... handle it... SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. He is making disgusting smacking sounds as he chows down on that donut. It is disgusting. Didn't his mama teach him to chew with his mouth closed? UGH. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!!!!! GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway. That's about it. I'm ok now.
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