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Passed out red and porn star white

Ghost on the alter, we breathe don't leave

this is how I used my last free trial day of photoshop

to give up two years of my social life to go on a nine day trip to france. Now I'm starting to think, instead of dreading not having any crazy stories to tell in the future, my stories are going to be about the crazy people I meet while working at publix

were you?

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Two days ago while working, two customers that come in frequently, a mother and daughter, probably ages 60 and 80, came through my line.
The daughter, I'm assuming takes care of her mother, was putting their groceries on the belt when the cashier I was bagging for asked the mother how she was doing.
Then women didn't look up or show any sign of attention from the cashier, and broke down crying.
The daughter said that her foot had been hurting her, so I got her a wheel chair and bagged the rest of their things, and pushed the mother out to her car. By this time she was making actual crying noises, and I almost started crying myself.
It was the saddest thing I've seen in a while.

Probably the saddest thing I've ever seen was when I was at Johny's funeral and his older cousin (who's name escapes me)ran out of the room crying.

I met a british lady with cervical cancer, the nicest lady in the world. I always hurry up whoevers stuff I'm bagging to run over to another cashier when she's in their line, just so I can push her out and talk to her. I shiver at the thought of the day I realize I haven't seen her in any lines for months.

I pushing out a very old women (who stood up to my nips, meaning she was very small)'s cart one day, and she popped open her trunk to let me put her groceries in the car, and a giant gust of weed smoke flew from the inside of her car into my face. Let's see if I pass my next drug test.

I've grown (misgrown?) a bald spot from picking at hair on the top of my head as a nervous habbit.

Since no one I know reads this, I can proudly say I'm very happy with someone as well. Except not in a relationship, because for some reason I'm not really into that idea..

8:25 a.m. - 2010-02-28

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