Hi dee ho, Phil here..
Fresh back from a spin to the Walmart.
At said WM, Phil purchaced various sundries, including some apples.
Apples you say? (um, yeah. at $1.57 a pound, can't beat em...)
(Bananas too, but that's another story...)
Anyhoo.. Phil arrives at the quick checkout line, and proceeds to place his items on the counter for the aforementioned loon to put through the rigor of moving from point a, over scanner <beep>, to point b (into a bag)
Problem.. Phil apparently placed his bag o apples at a distance, not more than an additional half arms length beyond the reach of the, to this point silent, loon. Suddenly, all manner of cacophany ensues.. something about no consideration, a click or two, and a glare. (meanwhile Phil's just standing there, looking in his wallet for the debit card).. THen all of a suddden Phil's apples are slammed down on the scanner, and then, boom...they're festooning the floor. (knew i'd get festoon in there... Proud of me...)
What's that you say...think Phil got a 'sorry bud about them apples'.. nope. More glaring, then a huff or two..and an additional comment about me (Phil here) putting said persona through additional work...and the apples are up.... and theyre headed for the bag with my other purchases. (a-glaring at me..all the while.)
Did Phil:
a. thank the loon. and take the now freshly floor rolled apples on his way..
b. drop a suplex on the loon.
c. engage in a lecture on the proprieties of civil discourse
d. remind, that dropping out of school was the precursor....
e. say, no thanks, forget about the whole transaction.
harrumph.
Fresh back from a spin to the Walmart.
At said WM, Phil purchaced various sundries, including some apples.
Apples you say? (um, yeah. at $1.57 a pound, can't beat em...)
(Bananas too, but that's another story...)
Anyhoo.. Phil arrives at the quick checkout line, and proceeds to place his items on the counter for the aforementioned loon to put through the rigor of moving from point a, over scanner <beep>, to point b (into a bag)
Problem.. Phil apparently placed his bag o apples at a distance, not more than an additional half arms length beyond the reach of the, to this point silent, loon. Suddenly, all manner of cacophany ensues.. something about no consideration, a click or two, and a glare. (meanwhile Phil's just standing there, looking in his wallet for the debit card).. THen all of a suddden Phil's apples are slammed down on the scanner, and then, boom...they're festooning the floor. (knew i'd get festoon in there... Proud of me...)
What's that you say...think Phil got a 'sorry bud about them apples'.. nope. More glaring, then a huff or two..and an additional comment about me (Phil here) putting said persona through additional work...and the apples are up.... and theyre headed for the bag with my other purchases. (a-glaring at me..all the while.)
Did Phil:
a. thank the loon. and take the now freshly floor rolled apples on his way..
b. drop a suplex on the loon.
c. engage in a lecture on the proprieties of civil discourse
d. remind, that dropping out of school was the precursor....
e. say, no thanks, forget about the whole transaction.
harrumph.
