I have been telling everyone for the past nearly five years that I am going to retire when I have one bad day in a row. Last Saturday (the last day on the fire) was nearly it. It is a good thing that the afternoon went well or I'd be outta here---and I'm not kidding---and everybody knows I'm not kidding.
I have always wanted to be the WalMart greeter.
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Hey, if you're the Wal-Mart greeter you could give them Amber's suggestion: She thinks the greeters should hand out Paxil (anti-depressant)to everyone as they come in to Wal-Mart. :0)
You know you would have to smile and be friendly, right?
You can't be the WalMart greeter here unless you are handicapped, haven't you noticed?
is Paxil an anti-depressant - I meant the anti-anxiety (you know anti-"the people! the people!" pill). LOL I still think it's a good idea LOL
oh and don't worry about being friendly and smiling - the ones here aren't and never do
No, I think you're right Amber, it's an anti-anxiety. I had it wrong.
I'll have you know that I really do know how to smile---just 'cause you've never seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I am severely handicapped at this time and could easily qualify for the greeter position.
I can just see you tackling people when the alarm goes off..or chasing down shoplifters. :)
We had a Wal-Mart greeter here once who was a tiny little old man. We're talking "little people" tiny. My friend said she wanted to take him home and keep him in a bird cage inside her apartment. We decided that we couldn't pull it off though. Not with all the security cameras and whatnot.
I didn't say you didn't know how to smile, but have you not ever been to Walmart? That place is so crazy it actually gives me a headache just being there. I think Amber has the right idea.
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