tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590642898911262050.post4485021922323388692..comments2009-12-25T10:57:29.932-06:00Phatheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10536724196086259665noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590642898911262050.post-54003648533114276352009-12-25T10:57:29.932-06:002009-12-25T10:57:29.932-06:00

An excellent post. I had a similar experience ever 3 pissy little things.

Grumpy, M.D.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09858110332436246760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590642898911262050.post-60171486642820954062009-12-23T22:44:07.878-06:002009-12-23T22:44:07.878-06:00

This is precisely why just before thanksgiving and just after new years I send my husband to the store, or go at 2 am and brave the old people (who knew?).

Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590642898911262050.post-88674092229725031882009-12-22T23:21:17.397-06:002009-12-22T23:21:17.397-06:00

I wonder if the person you spoke about in front of you in the self checkout lane was the same person in front of me at the drive up ATM machine today? Lets just say when I bought my house it took me less time to get the mortgage paperwork completed than it took whomever was in front of me today at the drive up ATM machine. When I arrived I was the only person behind this particular car. When I

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