Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Seriously?

I've been saying this word quite often to myself lately. It just seems like random things have been happening and "seriously" is the best response.

1st Use:

I was sitting in one of my classes, zoning away from the lecture. My head plopped on my palm, and my eyes slowly drooped for slumber. Before I could be whisked away into partially-sleeping-but-still-kinda-awake-in-case-my-professor-notices-land I detect thin slivers of paper on the floor. Wait, those papers are curved. Wait, those are not pieces of paper at all...are those...I mean, could those possibly be...

Nail Clippings??!?!

SERIOUSLY? Who in the heck decided that class was a good place to trim up their nails? I mean, really! That is just a wee bit disgusting. This person must have been raised in isolation, because you don't clip your nails in public. You just don't. Keep that hygiene in your house, please. I can only imagine what the other students thought as this guy (I'm assuming it's a guy, because women have far greater class than dudes) whipped out his nail clippers and started snipping away. I think my bluntness would have given him a crusty look and then said something like, "Seriously, dude? Can you keep the clipping to your private life? I'd really not have your shards of nail in my granola bar." Sheesh!

2nd Use:

Priscilla finds herself at WalMart (I know, I know! But I went there to see if their optical center was still open. It's now a Subway). As I'm looking at cheap shampoos, and smelling my way to a headache, an old man walks up to me and asks where we keep the batteries for hearing aids.

SERIOUSLY? How in the world do I stand out from the other brainwashed WalMart shoppers as being an employee? Do you see me wearing the smock? Do I have a nametag asking you in a ominously friendly way if I May Help You? NO! Bob suggested the solution, "But you're wearing a blue shirt." Psh. Yeah. A BABY blue shirt.

So there you have it. Apparantly I look like a WalMart employee. I bought the shampoo. And a Milky Way. Why don't I feel better?

2 comments:

Sujal said...

First... Wal-Mart? Seriously? I'll admit, we went their recently too. My brother needed glasses. Their optical center still existed, but wasn't very helpful.

Second... why don't you feel better? I don't know, but if I was mistaken for a Wal-Mart employee, my week would be ruined.

Third... I like the blog background.

Melinda said...

Don't worry Priscilla, we all have wandered into a Wal-Mart at some point and we're ashamed of it. But if it's any consolation, you don't look like an employee to me! And nail clippings...SICK. I've actually heard the snip snip of that during SACRAMENT MEETING! Tell me that's not inappropriate.