to listen to me whine, about nothing and everything, all at once....
I go to Publix every Monday morning before work to pick up some food for lunches for the week. There's this crazy cashier there that just seems like a basket case. She's so nervous and timid looking...that I can't help but lol.
She's always there and I don't like to go in her line, but this morning it was the only one open.
It's hilarious, she always looks down when she talks to me. BITCH I AIN'T ON THE FLOOR.
When I left the store this morning, I immediately thought of this song, and how this broad manages to get through each day without killing herself. I wonder what her homelife is like. I bet when she get's home she just mopes around watching like the 8 different soap operas that she recorded on VHS tapes.
I'd be willing to bet that she just walks around her tiny house in a bathrobe, eating ice cream, and has a lot of cats.