It's just too bright sometimes

lba on April 16, 2008

There's happy and then there's “I'm on so many uppers I can't stop taking them or my heart will explode” happy. I know for a fact that 75% of us out there are just normal happy and another 23% are grouchy ( Source: The strange creature living under my crawl space. ). The remaining 2% are this exceptional level of ultimate bliss that makes the rest of us scream and hold our heads in pain and in some extreme cases even go so far as to kick a small child or cute animal.
For some strange reason every time I go to the grocery store I run into this one particular girl at the cash register, who though I am sure she is a lovely person when not on the drugs, has a very good method of scaring the living bejeebus out of me. Namely, she is so helpful that I get the feeling if I asked to see if they had any nuclear weapons in back she'd rush out to some eastern bloc country and pick one up for me and do it in a shorter time than it takes the pharmacy to prepare a prescription ( Her motto is probably “ Nukes in 15 minutes or it's free with your purchase of a can of grape juice concentrate.” ) Now I know it's normally good practice to be polite and helpful when people come into your store, but should they really follow you home to unpack and put away your groceries for you, press and fold your laundry, walk the dog, etc.? Because I'm pretty sure she would. Of course I really suppose I shouldn't complain. There's probably plenty of other people still standing in the check out lines hours after I've left, screaming for the cashier to wake up so they can check out and go home.

Not that he ever will, his vicodin has kicked in and it's doing it's job.