So I changed my blog just because the last one was so bad. But nothing really happened to me then, and now (considering how I've been upgraded to cashier-woot) I see some strange people at Giant Eagle.
Anyways, I was at work on Thursday, and I had to start at eight in the morning. It was horrible. I was half asleep, miserable, and every cranky old person was in the store that day. So it's just about my lunch time and I pick up enthusiasm for eating when this one specific couple is in my line.
They were nice old people, but kinda weird. First of all, the wife comes up to me and says, "So, are you out of school yet, honey?" I say that my high school let out almost a month ago. "You're still in high school? I was sure you were out of college already. I bet you get this a lot, don't you?"
"Um, no. Most people think that I'm like twelve, actually." She then proceeded to be amazed that I was not in college for like five minutes. It was pretty strange.
Then her husband comes up to me to pay the bill, and goes, "So, who's the lucky guy?"
"Uh, excuse me?"
"Your ring. You must be engaged, because of your ring. Quite a fancy rock you've got there, young lady." This is the point when his wife comes back and tells him I'm still in high school. "High school?!?! And what do your parents think about you getting hitched (I'm not lying-he actually said 'hitched'-oy) when you're not out of high school yet?"
"Um...This ring was from my grandma. I only wear it on this finger because all my other fingers are too fat for it to fit on." I then got a lecture on how I should be more careful about where I wear my rings, because it confuses people, you know. It was really weird.
And then I tell two of my friends about this people yesterday in the car going to the movies, when this guy starts going out of turn at a four-way intersection, and I'm not one for letting people go without whining about it, so I honk my horn at him. Apparently, he's not either, because out of one of his back windows, someone throws an orange at my car. A freaking orange. I was a little bit more than slightly pissed. So I have all this fruit gross stuff on my windshield, to go along fabulously with all the bug guts and bird crap that's already making an appearance on the windshield.
Today, my parents are huge on the 'summer cleaning' so I have to clean my car-a huge feat considering this hasn't been done since at least February. And I have all these dots on the hood of my car, I ask my dad about it, and he tells me it's from those people who threw the orange at me. The acid wore away the paint on my car! So it's not a piece of crap already, with the holes in the ceiling from my dog, and the missing 'seek' button, and how my radio skips everytime I hit a bump (a real Pimp my Ride candidate, the sad thing is, it has a chance of going on the show...if I lived in California). But I love my car, sadly enough, and those holes are not awesome.
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