Pat O., late night Kroger cashier extraordinaire.
Frequently, when Gary and I hang out, we need to go to Kroger to procure needed ingredients for various delicious things we are making. Typically, this happens around 10:30 pm. Almost always, we have around four ingredients, which allows us to go into the express lane. You would think this would be great, however, at 10:30 pm, nearly every day, Pat
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1) mild miffedness: "why must i stay at home crying myself to sleep/kicking mau's ass at gin 500 (as she has renamed it). why doth my amigos never call me?!"
2) laughter: "[sound of laughing] only the best cashiers would point out red facedness"
3) BLIND RAGE: why the hell would she admit that she's listening to goddamn kenny crapface?! good thing she never calls me, cause we're not friends anymore. [spitting in the face of our friendship]
the above is a true story.
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and i like country, so deal! :P + indignance (pcvjcp!)
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