To celebrate the one year anniversary of the last time I wrote an entry; I will now write a new one. This way, you can still see October 2nd as the date on the front page.
In my last entry, I was talking about how I had gotten married and went on my honeymoon and all sorts of whatnot. Now, I can report that I'm pregnant. Next year, I will aim to tell you something equally life-changing. Like that I got a haircut or something.
Probably the most important thing that happened since my last entry was the release of the fourth Die Hard movie. At first, I was extremely vexed that the horrible little Apple sales-kid was the sidekick, but then I realized his goofy, non-Hot ways only served to make the stunningly Hot Bruce Willis all the more attractive. I swear, I could watch that man beat people up all day long. He makes it look fantastically sexy. I will watch this movie as often as I've watched the first and third Die Hard movies; and far more times than I've ever watched the second.
I started to review a couple other movies here for Hotness, but I realized that I've seen too many in the past year to actually remember a good list. And Die Hard is really all I need to mention anyway.
So I'll talk about those self-checkout lanes at the grocery store instead. You know, where there are no people and you scan your own food? I really don't mind these, as long as I'm not behind someone who can't follow the instructions. Then I end up wanting to scan their groceries for them.
I walked up to one of the self-checkout lanes yesterday and there was a guy still bagging his groceries after paying, so I waited to start scanning until he was done. As soon as he left, I started scanning my stuff. About halfway through, a guy came up behind me to wait in line. He stood directly behind my cart and watched me scanning everything with this impatient glare on his face. (I was in the line where there is no limit on items, but still didn't have much stuff.) He had a few things, but for some reason, wasn't using the express lane (and if he had been there when I got there, I would have let him go ahead of me, but he wasn't.) When I went to pay, he actually moved my cart past me so he could stand closer to the scanner- like just being nearer to the scanner would get him through faster. There was no one behind him and no reason to crowd me at all. My receipt had just started to print above the scanner when he started scanning, so not only had I not moved away yet, I hadn't touched my groceries. As a result, I had to bag all my stuff while his was slamming into mine at the end of the conveyer. I thought it was rude enough that I would be justified stealing his yogurt. But it was strawberry/banana, so I didn't. I hate bananas. Does anyone else have this problem with the self-checkout? It seems like there's no etiquette standard.
Talk about it in the forums if you want. Or don't. I certainly can't tell you what to do.
See you in October 2008. Or sooner if Bruce Willis gets up to anything. |
