20 July 2005

Liam and I were kid-free last night (other than the currently non-disposable child) so we spent some time away from home. For anyone who knows my life, this is a big thing. Yeah. Anyhow, we first went to the off-leash area to walk Jack and attempt to wiggle some of the stiffness out of my back. It was a great time between the beautiful sunshine, the oh-so-cute dogs, and the great company.

On our way home, we decided to have a movie and junk food night. Mmmm. We stopped off at Rogers Video and when we entered the door we were greeted by the most bubbly and high-pitched hello I've ever heard. Uh huh. I should have run away then. During the 15 minutes or so that we browsed movies, she kept getting more giggly and high-pitched. It was painful. I heard her get so excited over trying to sell a guy some candy that she tripped over her tongue, burst out laughing, and had to start the whole speech over again. By this point, my ears were bleeding.

There was also the incident of the beeping phone. A cordless was left on and, as phones tend to do when ignored, started beeping. She jumped back and forth between the till and the phone like a jittery chicken, exclaiming "The phones are going crazy! The phones are going crazy!". No, sweetheart, they're not. One phone needed to be turned off. Maybe they shouldn't be leaving you alone out front yet.

By the time we made our purchase, the poor girl was almost vibrating with enthusiasm and her voice had reached dog-pitched tones. After stumbling through our sale and backtracking on what she was doing at least twice, she managed to ring it through. I think she giggled at least five times before asking us for our money. When she went to hand Liam his change, a penny went flying and she burst into giggles again. She finally managed to pick it up and shove the money into Liam's hand.

By the time we made it out the door, I was dying. Not figuratively, but literally. I've never had such a painful shopping experience. And no, I really don't think it had anything at all to do with the fact that I'm incredibly bitchy lately and can't stand people. Pregnancy hormones are my friend. Really.


Liam J. said...

You didn't mention the Safeway cashier who insisted that fattening foods aren't fattening adn that it's only a state of mind.

KimProbable said...

I ran out of steam by the time I finished with the first wacko. I can only rant for so long, unlike some people.

This afternoon's rant: so far today I have received two phone calls from telemarketers, one wrong number, and one hangup. Screw off world.

KimProbable said...

And it continues...since lunchtime I've had yet another telemarketer as well as another call on my cell phone (which I'm guessing was the wrong number chick again). Screw off already.

Dylan said...

Why do you guys just blog to each other? Don't you live together? What the heck is the matter with people in Edmonton? Do you only communicate electronically? Are you all weirdos? And, really, a dog (See Liam's blog)?

Sean Woods said...

If someone actually had a listed phone number, electronic communication would not be necessary.


Liam J. said...

Yeah, Sean. List your number.

(403) 388-1156 said...

Yeah, Sean.

Sean Woods said...

What can I say, I'm the pot.

And you're black, baby. You're black. Good on you for putting up your number, though.

780-233-6405. Can you dig it?

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