Now I am sure this may seem fairly obvious to those familiar with the blogosphere, but ya sorta have to have something sentient to say, pretty well every day.
As I am on vacay this week, there ain't too much to report, but I do have a mini-rant, associated with the level of (non) service I received when visiting my local Independent Grocer this morning.
I needed limes for my beer, and so popped in for that, and a few other staples, like chips & sausages.
Now you would think that given they don't even have to bag yer shit anymore, or even give you the bag (humanity brings their own to save the planet, one plastic bag at a time) that the sorry-ass behind the register could at least muster a smile. No luck.
I can take solace in knowing that there will be a checkout line in Hell, and I will eventually be there to buy limes for my Tabasco-hot cocktails.
Surly-bitch will be there too.
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