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0 comments :: Saturday, March 22, 2003 ::

I am excited to be writing this post. Two (as I say it, I hold up two big fingers, or if you are Bates, I am holding up seven) insane people graced me with their stupidity today. The first was an old man. When I say old, I mean very aged looking, but probably in his later 60's. He is next in line when I arrive at work and I say "I can help you over here." He does not respond, being so old and stupid that he is unaware that there is a world around him. The person behind him points at me and basically shoves him in my direction. Standing there, probably wondering where he is, he tells me that I look like Harry Potter. He then goes on to explain that there are characters in movies that are actually written with a specific actor in mind. These so called "type-cast" characters are very popular in movies. I walk off in disbelief wondering if he realizes that there is nobody alive that doesn't already know that. I think I learned that while still unborn. I walked off and I can't remember where I walked to. I am pretty sure I never got him anything. I am also pretty sure he didn't realize he was supposed to order food. The other instance was a woman in her middle ages. She orders her food in a completely normal manner. I become lured into a false sense of intelligence flowing from her, but I was shot out of it when she was asked to pay. I totaled her orders up and told her the amount, so she reaches into her purse and gets out her debit card. Nothing unusual yet, but then, as she hands me the card she looks at me straight in the eyes and says in a slow voice, "This is a debit card." Intrigued by this new spin of events, I ring it in and hand her the receipt to sign. She looks at me and in complete disbelief she asks, "I have to sign for this?" Apparently she is a moron in disguise. For those of you who don't know, a debit card basically takes the place of checks. Do you sign your checks, ma'am?

i remain,
tim


:: Tim 1:24 AM [+] ::


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