Life With Frenchie

This weekend, at the mall, I went to Auntie Annie’s to get pretzels for MM & me. I always ask for plain - no butter, no salt. When I got there, there were 4 girls working - 1 ringing up purchases, 1 bagging the stuff, and 2 making pretzels. The one bagging said they didn’t have any that didn’t have butter but she asked the one girl standing at the oven what was baking. It turned out they were baking pretzel sticks so she offered me those. I’m not so picky where I can’t just pick off the salt or wipe off the butter if that’s the only kind they have, but given the option, I’ll take the already plain pretzel. But, I had somewhere to be so I couldn’t wait around long. When I asked her how long, she kindly turned around and asked the same girl how much longer they had.

I swear the girl’s (the one by the oven) eyes made a complete revolution in her head! OMG! I could not believe how completely obvious she made it that we were interrupting her standing around to ask her a question about her job!!! I mean, all three of us - the cashier, the bagger, and myself - were looking right at her with no more than 15 feet separating us and she just rolled her eyes! WTF is wrong with people these days? It was a simple question that took, at most, 4 syllables to answer! The worst part was, this was just shortly after they opened. My God! If she was like this at the start of the day, I’d hate to see how she was by the end.

I just hate poor customer service and when they make it obvious that I am imposing upon them by asking them to do their job, it makes me even more upset.

Ugh! I’m still upset over it!

I was so excited about the deals I found at Ross & Marshall Friday that I forgot about the lady who looked like she might have wanted to kill me in Marshall!

While we were checking out at Ross, there were two ladies in there and one had her 3 little kids with her. The kids looked to all be under the age of 4. The scene was like something out of a sitcom because the mom and her friend were trying to wrangle up the kids the whole time while shopping and paying. You constantly heard their conversations interrupted by “Sweetie, don’t do that,” or “I told you to come out from there,” etc.

When we moved on to Marshall, and within a few minutes they were there. As I was finding my Polo shirts, the mom was about 3 rows away, in my direct line of sight. From the sounds of the conversation with her kids, one was crawling under and through the racks of clothing. As I looked up, there was another lady in the same aisle with her, pretty much next to the mom and kids. You could tell from the look on her face that she was not happy! I pray that she doesn’t have grandkids because she seemed more like the witch in Hansel & Gretel than a grandmother type. It got to the point where they needed to exchange places because the two were moving in opposite directions down the row.

At this point, I guess the kids were in the way because all I heard was mom saying “I’m sorry..” and she was very sweet and polite about it. It was not enough for the witch though because she just rolled her eyes and looked like she wanted to stick them all in her oven! I couldn’t help it, but I just started to laugh out loud and couldn’t stop. Well, that didnt’ make the witch any happier! She snapped her head up and shot evil looks in my direction. I gave her a polite smile and tried not to laugh anymore but it was too late. I just kept laughing and chuckling (I’m sure the people in my aisle thought I was off my meds!) and she kept formulating a recipe for my trip to her oven! I finally had to just walk away and continue my search later because I was afraid she was going to pull some Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon move and leap over the racks to get me!

I have never been quite as amused at the “suffering” of others before and apparently, the witch wasn’t as amused as I was. What a great shopping trip! Bargains and entertainment all in one trip!

Another reason why I lurv EP. We went to buy MM a new bike yesterday and this is what happened:

EP & I got a rare Sunday evening alone today. This morning, I took MM to get her hair relaxed and trimmed (the first and last time I tried to put in a relaxer myself, MM had pigtails that were a full 4 inches different in lenght!!!) and on the way her friend called to ask if MM could spend the night. Heck yeah!!!

It was not all playtime after I dropped her off though. Ever since I moved in a year ago, we have had several large items in the garage that we needed to sell. This included a washer and dryer set. Today, I finally got around to putting an ad on Craig’s List for all the stuff. When we went in the garage to take pictures, we were in for quite a surprise.

I am known for hating to do laundry. Actually, I don’t mind sorting, washing, and drying. I do mind folding and putting away! Loads only leave the dryer when I need to use the dryer for another load. Loads only leave the baskets when I run out of room in the dryer and the hampers are full with dirty clothes. I just loathe folding and putting away. Especially the whites! There are thousands of socks to match and fold. How come I buy all the same socks, yet within 2 loads, none of them match anymore?? So, unless EP gets on my case, I have had times where I lived out of my dryer instead of using the perfectly good dresser and closet that I have. :blush:

Today, it became apparent just how much I hate putting away laundry. My washer and dryer have been in the garage for over a year now and when I opened the dryer to take a picture, there was a load of sheets in towels in there! EP had a good laugh at my expense. I must say, I was quite tickled myself. It took quite a while before I could stop laughing long enough to take the pictures!

Oh well, I’m washing that laundry now and it’s time to put it in the dryer…unless something’s already in there.