My Mom Came Home!

My mom has been gone for the past three weeks. And while you would think that I would be super happy about being alone all the time...

...it does get kind of old eating cereal and spaghetti for every meal.

But it isn't all bad. My dad and I are best buds, so we do really awesome things together

Like go to Village Inn at 11:00 at night for Pi day

By really awesome things, I mean we Netflix documentaries about space. And before you go label me as a nerd, just wait.

  Actually, go right ahead.

I mean, we get to watch videos with pictures like this:

Anyways,  my mom is home now, so we can go back to a clean house and food that photosynthesizes. But, we did survive, and I think that's a reason to feel accomplished.

Things Above My Pay Grade

Let me start out by saying that I am generally a hard worker.

       (though my parents may disagree...)

But at my actual job, I actually work. Partly because I'm being paid, and partly because I view it as a giant group project, and as we all know, the moral of group projects is that you have to do all the work yourself.

So I volunteer to clean, to do the jobs nobody likes, to do whatever,  because it’s in my nature. Props to my upbringing.

But I do not get paid enough for what I just experienced.

I check out groceries for a living. Not as in "Your groceries have beautiful eyes" but in a, "That'll be $18.47 please," sort of way. Prestigious, I know.

So, I'm checking out this lady's groceries.

No, not in that way. 

And the guy behind her starts talking to me. And since I had no idea what he said I just smiled and hoped it wasn't a question, to which he laughs to his son, "Girl didn't hear me, she just smile and nod!" (To which I inwardly cringed, knowing my plan had been found out..) 

Anyway.

When it was finally his turn, he looks at me and says something along the lines of "If my stuff is still alive, can I get a discount?" 

I could tell he was trying to be funny, but I was not understanding the question. How often does one find themselves having to respond to this question? 

So, he puts a donut box on the conveyor belt. Except it didn't have donuts. It had a lobster. A live lobster. That was alive.Living. 

Now, I am not squeamish person. I'll kill spiders for my 6'4'' brother. I clean out the back of the refrigerator on a semi-annual regular basis. I even used to have a pet rat. 

But there are some things that require mental preparation, this being one of them.  

Preparation which I did not have.

My reaction is not something I am  particularly proud of, but it did provide great amounts of humor to all of those in the surrounding area. Glad to be of service.