Crazy Saleswoman? Stuffed Dates? Must be What the Hell Wednesday
Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?
Stacy
As I’m sitting here trying to be brilliant and funny I’m staring at the aftermath of what my youngest son has left on the computer desk. Two empty glasses, the edges of two poptarts (because seriously, who eats the cardboard edges on poptarts?), and 1 yogurt container. What the Hell? He has to walk past the kitchen to go up to his room, never mind go into the kitchen to get another snack, how can he not bring his trash with him? Oh wait, he’s 12, and again, still thinks there is a maid that lives with us. Sorry kid, wrong family.
The other day Elle posted about the stuffed dates. I was just thinking about them. And thinking how after she went and got married and moved out, I was stuck stuffing those things! What the Hell? I don’t know if anyone actually ate those things. Yuck. Sorry Mum. I don’t remember the jell-o though. Must have been before my time.
This week is going to be awful. I have to work Thanksgiving night 10pm-4am, and then again at 5:30pm-11:30pm. What the Hell? I don’t even know how I’m going to do that! I have to work Saturday night too. I did tell them that I would not be coming in Sunday, unless they wanted me to pass out at the check-out or have a psychotic episode from lack of sleep. Okay, maybe I didn’t say the second part, but I was so thinking it.
Have you ever had to pay attention to something, and the whole time you’re thinking, “pay attention, you need to remember this” And then of course you can’t remember a damn thing because the whole time you were concentrating on paying attention? What the Hell? It’s the same way when someone tells me their name, I’m thinking, I should pay attention to this, and it’s like my brain completely shuts off and I don’t even hear them say their name. Or is it just me?
Elle
She finally figured out my real reason for getting married and moving out. Those damn stuffed dates. How mean of me to go off and leave her as the lone date stuffer.What the Hell?
Before my husband’s most recent trip to Germany, he needed a few things so we went to the mall. JC Penney was having a big clearance sale and he found a few things. One of the shirts didn’t have a price tag, but did have a bar code. We went up to the registers. There was an older woman and a a very bored young guy behind the counter. The woman was very chatty and super enthusiastic and was already waiting on another couple. (We’ll call her Super Enthusiastic Annoying Chatty Lady or SEACL) The very bored young guy (now VBYG) came over to wait on us. My husband (henceforth known as Johnny Breakfast, which is a a story for another day)
VBYG: Can I help you?
Johnny Breakfast: Can you tell me how much this shirt is?
VBYG: Sure (starts to pick up scan gun)
SEACL: (still in the middle of waiting on the other couple) Oh! Let me show you how to find a price! (as she grabs the shirt, heads to another computer register)
SEACL: Okay, Google JC Penney and go to the website! Now, go to men’s shirts and try to find the exact shirt! (they must still have dial-up because it’s taking forever)
Me: (Looking at Johnny Breakfast) Can’t they just scan the damn thing? What the Hell??
Johnny Breakfast shrugs shoulders
SEACL: Hmmm… I don’t see it here on the site! Ask him to show you where he found the shirt! (She still has the shirt and starts to walk away towards the shirts, leaving her customers still standing there)
Me: These people are still waiting.
SEACL: Oh! I forgot! (hands shirt to VBYG) Ask him to show you where he found the shirt! She proceeds to finish their order and hug the people before they leave. I’m totally thinking there’s no way that crazy lady is hugging me! What the Hell!! They leave in a daze from the sheer craziness of it all and VBYG and Johnny Breakfast come back with the shirt.
VBG: It’s $8.99
SEACL: What?! Are you sure?! Show me where you found it!
VBYG, SEACL and Johnny Breakfast head back to the freakin’ shirts. SEACL goes to the back wall, bypassing the sale shirts.
Johnny Breakfast: Stop, you went past them.
SEACL: What?? Oh! Look! It’s $8.99
Back to the registers and now VBYG can ring up the freakin’ $8.99 shirt. In the meantime another couple comes up with a shirt.
SEACL: Can I help you?!
Man: Can you tell me how much this shirt is?
I look at my husband, waiting for what comes next, thinking you poor souls, run now while you can, She’s crazy!
SEACL pulls out the scan gun and says $8.99
WHAT THE FREAKIN’ HELL??!!!!!
Well played Super Enthusiastic Annoying Crazy Lady, well played.
