Erm. So.
Your so-called “electronic mail newsletter” sent via this Simian-themed large-volume mailer daemon system is still cluttering my otherwise sanitary space for receiving communiqués from people who require corrections to their grammar, syntax, and contents of their half-witted ramblings.

Erm. So.

Your so-called “electronic mail newsletter” sent via this Simian-themed large-volume mailer daemon system is still cluttering my otherwise sanitary space for receiving communiqués from people who require corrections to their grammar, syntax, and contents of their half-witted ramblings.

Publix - The Checkout Chronicles - Vol. 1

The scene:

The checkout line at the Publix in Ft. Myers Beach Florida.

Dad and I went there tonight to get things that were mostly beer and coffee.

I’m chatting with the bag boy as he puts no more than two items at a time into a plastic bag and back into the cart.

I’m wearing my Mule FeedStore Design t-shirt.

What follows in the next post is as close to the verbatim conversation as I can recall, some 30 minutes after it happened. 

(N.B. there’s a B2W eppy where Dan and Merlin talk about being a bag boy at Publix, and that conversation was floating around in my brain as the following unfolded…)