I was at CVS last night, getting cold medicine for the peanut and a little chocolate for me.
The woman ringing me up, Shirley notices my selection and chocolate and said “OHHHH girl, that would hit the spot. I started PMSing today and I want me some of that chocolate, you know what I am sayin?”
Me: “oh yeah”
Shirley: “Oh girl, I get bloated, and then I crave that salty stuff, like ruffles and then I want the sweet stuff. My man Roy say it ain’t good to eat too much of that shit, but when I am PMSing, I got it bad, you know what I am sayin?”
Me: “Oh yeah, I like the cheddar ruffles.”
Shirley: (Hands to the ceiling stomping around like we are in church.) “OH lord, that is the shit right there. Them cheddar ruffles, that is the mother fucking shit.”
Me: “I hear ya.”
Shirley: “Girl, you got me all hot and bothered, I gotta grab a smoke and have Roy bring me a slice of pizza.”
Me: “you have a good night now; I hope Roy comes through for you.”
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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I hate it when the cashier comments on my purchases. I always feel like they're butting into my personal life. Don't talk about my junk food or my acne medication!
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