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Saturday, August 07, 2004 · posted at 10:03 PM

Appalling mating practices. I can't believe the gall that some guys have. At times I think it's admirable that a guy faces his fears of rejection and humiliation and talks to a girl he is interested in – other times I think it's extremely despicable that a guy has no shame and will hit on anything in a skirt or wearing lipstick, no matter the situation.

I was waiting in line at the store. I am notoriously bad at picking lines. There will be a few lines to pick from and I will always pick the slower one, the one with the rude cashier or the rookie cashier, the one with the person who wants to use 36 coupons and 4 different payment options, the one with the customer who just can't seem to fill out the personal check correctly. Sometimes, even if midline I pull "the switch" and go to another line, that line will become sluggish due to one of the aforementioned scenarios. I have pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I will spend at least 3% of my life waiting – which is not horrible considering what the hell else would I do with my time.

There was a girl in front of me, probably college age (though this is questionable due to elaborate crow’s feet), with her 80 year-old grandmother. The cashier, a greasy-looking lip licker with a ponytail immediately started ogling the girl in all her peroxided glory.

"You’re irresistible," he said. I kid you not. With Granny standing right there! This guy is trying to holla at this girl in front of her grandmother! He was probably banking on the fact that Granny couldn’t hear and subsequently beat him with her purse.

"Oh, thank you," Crow’s Feet replied.
"Really, you are mmm mmm mmm," goes Greasy.
"Thanks. I think I’ve seen you here before," CF says.

Greasy holds out his hand. "I’m Greasy."
"Hi. I’m Courtney/Brittany/Heather."

Excuse me, did you guys just shake hands over a box of Summer’s Eve??

"So what do you like to do for fun?" asks Greasy.
"Go out clubbing, drinking," replies Courtney/Brittany/Heather.

At this point I can't decide who is more heinous. Are you seriously trying to flirt during a transaction of private products, including but not limited to ob tampons and yeast infection cream? I mean… anything with the word "Vagi-" (e.g. Vagisil, Vagistat) should just be an automatic anaphrodisiac.

And why even waste your breath doing the whole dance? What could possibly come from it? A wild night clubbing that culminates in Granny paging her at midnight to come change her Depends? The necessity of even more feminine hygiene products for irritability and burning down the line? Oh wait, no… true love and a solid relationship where you can proudly tell your family and friends the romantic story of how you met over an itch that just wouldn’t quit?

Shudder. Call me cynical, picky, or just easily disgusted. But if I ever answer a guy’s advances while standing over my feminine hygiene purchases… assuredly I have hit rock bottom.

Although I guess it could have been worse… he could have hit on Granny too.



	Saturday, August 07, 2004 · posted at 10:03 PM Appalling mating practices. I can't believe the gall that some guys have. At times I think it's admirable that a guy faces his fears of rejection and humiliation and talks to a girl he is interested in – other times I think it's extremely despicable that a guy has no shame and will hit on anything in a skirt or wearing lipstick, no matter the situation. I was waiting in line at the store. I am notoriously bad at picking lines. There will be a few lines to pick from and I will always pick the slower one, the one with the rude cashier or the rookie cashier, the one with the person who wants to use 36 coupons and 4 different payment options, the one with the customer who just can't seem to fill out the personal check correctly. Sometimes, even if midline I pull "the switch" and go to another line, that line will become sluggish due to one of the aforementioned scenarios. I have pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I will spend at least 3% of my life waiting – which is not horrible considering what the hell else would I do with my time. There was a girl in front of me, probably college age (though this is questionable due to elaborate crow’s feet), with her 80 year-old grandmother. The cashier, a greasy-looking lip licker with a ponytail immediately started ogling the girl in all her peroxided glory. "You’re irresistible," he said. I kid you not. With Granny standing right there! This guy is trying to holla at this girl in front of her grandmother! He was probably banking on the fact that Granny couldn’t hear and subsequently beat him with her purse. "Oh, thank you," Crow’s Feet replied. "Really, you are mmm mmm mmm," goes Greasy. "Thanks. I think I’ve seen you here before," CF says. Greasy holds out his hand. "I’m Greasy." "Hi. I’m Courtney/Brittany/Heather." Excuse me, did you guys just shake hands over a box of Summer’s Eve?? "So what do you like to do for fun?" asks Greasy. "Go out clubbing, drinking," replies Courtney/Brittany/Heather. At this point I can't decide who is more heinous. Are you seriously trying to flirt during a transaction of private products, including but not limited to ob tampons and yeast infection cream? I mean… anything with the word "Vagi-" (e.g. Vagisil, Vagistat) should just be an automatic anaphrodisiac. And why even waste your breath doing the whole dance? What could possibly come from it? A wild night clubbing that culminates in Granny paging her at midnight to come change her Depends? The necessity of even more feminine hygiene products for irritability and burning down the line? Oh wait, no… true love and a solid relationship where you can proudly tell your family and friends the romantic story of how you met over an itch that just wouldn’t quit? Shudder. Call me cynical, picky, or just easily disgusted. But if I ever answer a guy’s advances while standing over my feminine hygiene purchases… assuredly I have hit rock bottom. Although I guess it could have been worse… he could have hit on Granny too.	Recent Posts Left on the pedestal. Every week I peruse the Targ... Curtain call. Today was the last day of productio... You brought it upon yourself' It's come to my at... Not your Orwellian drama. The lemonade is squeeze... Action up! Making a movie is really just a lot of... Surely you jest. It's odd for me to think of paren... The one with the boobies. Galvez has a theory that... Author's note: Some programs are required to have ... Blind leading the blind. What do you do when instr... Dress your family in corduroy and denim. Guys ofte... Morning news babie goose ryan bluemouse daves son dawntaught desiree diorama emily escadawg galveric high entropy invisible cube jepgato kyellow lilly mhuang mogbert nudream starfish + coffee verbivore Archives March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 January 2007 March 2007 April 2007 November 2008

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