a slobby bitch

it was my second day on the job, just fifteen minutes till closing time and a woman went into the changeroom with two armfuls of clothing. My coworker warned her of the time but she said she would be fine. When the woman walked out with her arms empty my coworker asked if there were any clothes in the changeroom, her reply was "oh yes, there's a TON in there."
I decided to clean out the room.
The hangers and clothing had been thrown aroun the room, the clothes were actually inside out. Nothing was on a chair or a hook. I didn't mind, I shrugged it off and cleaned but then another coworker came in to help me, and at the sight of the mess annoucned, "what a bitch!" I tried to laugh but she refused to let me, exclaiming, "no, somebody who does this is a bitch!"
It was at this moment that the mother with her eight year old daughter who had been in the next room decided to walk past us to the cash.

The woman with a twitch

I was stanind in line at Walmart to hand in a resume for a job, and this woman came to stand beside me, I noticed she had a horrible eye twitch, so i tried to not look at her.
While we were waiting for the idiots at Customer Service to figure out how to exchange a man's bike for another one (that he had already brought the customer service) this woman recieved a phone call. For some idiot reason she thought iwas eavsdropping and when she was done on the phone she continued the conversation with myself, assuming I had heard everything. Standing in line, pretending I cared about what this woman was saying made me realize that a lot of the employees and customers are just like her. I did hand in my application though, it would have looked odd for me to wait there for twenty minutes and then take off right when they finished, but i really hope they don't call me back. :(

The anxious man with a bag of nuts

There was a man at the bus stop yesterday. He sat on the wet bench with the bus schedual laid out over him. He also held a bag of nuts, i think cashews (at the risk of sounded perverted, lets say cashews). He would concentrate very hard on chewing each cashew he had but whenever the sign of a bus would come he would stop his chewing and look up to watch the bus. Once he discovered it was not his bus he would go back to eating his cashews and studying hte bus schedual.

Overheared on my way to Sarah's

"My nephew is a fireman, in fact he is doing a woman up the street right now."
--A woman said to her neighbour.

what are they doing over there?

"horizontal virgin"

--overeheard from the professor of the painting class right next to ours...something rather interesting is happening over there.









...alright I misheard and it was horizontal conversoin.

A choosing Begger

Before I begin, I have to write something to vouch for myself. When I pass by someone and they ask for money I will usually donate some, just because you never know, that may be the person that actually needs the money and you may be helping them out. Even if I have been fooled ninety nine times and then one person really needed it, well its worth it for me to help one out of 100 people.

That being said:
I was walking out of the dollar store today when a woman approached me. I had gone there for a teapot and so I had only brought change with me, had very little money on me. This woman shows me a peice of paper that wrote something along the lines of "i am a single mother please give me money so that I can feed my children." Luckily, as she forced me to read this, all of my valuables were in my front pocket, so I knew no children were comming up behind me to pick pocket me. I gave her ...1.35. It's always the reactions that people give me afterwards that makes me certain if they are genuine or not. She began to beg me for five dollar bills, to which I told her I had only change on me because I went to the dollar store. She tried still to convince me that she deserved five dollars to feed her family. Eventually she gave up or realized I was telling the truth and walked away.

If she really did have children, they would have pickpocketed me.

a dog

I met a lovely dog yesterday as I was out in the woods writing.
It was a weiner dog, he could apparently read. He must have liked my story because after the on visit with me his owner took him away, but he ran back and ran straight to me. I must be a good writer for dogs.