Uhh...

So I know I'm making Hayward sound better by the minute (ha), but I just popped into Longs next to the office to buy some peanuts, and the cashier was talking to herself AS she was ringing me up. And it was like I came in mid-conversation: "...uh-huh, tell me about it, honey...you don't wanna do that cuz you don't wanna get in that situation...believe me, I been there." She was a bit agitated on that last part. I looked around and saw no one else. "Who the F are you talking to?!" I thought. She kept going until she had to ask me "debit or credit?" Now, seriously, I checked and she wasn't wearing one of those phone earpiece thingies. One can only deduce she was conversing with the host of Herman's Head characters living in the ol' noggin. Creeeeepy.

Also, why when you swipe your debit card does it ask if the amount is OK? "$5.67. Is this amount OK?" Well, actually, no, it isn't. I would like it free. I mean, do I have a choice or something? What if I say no? Guess that means I'm not buying anything today. Shucks. Why even bother going into the store then? If you think about it, if you've gone through the trouble of swiping your card and entering your pin, why all of a sudden would the amount not be OK? There IS a "cancel" button and everything for when you mess up or don't want to charge it... Approving the amount is a silly and wasteful step, in my opinion. It is yet another obstacle that stands between me and the immediate consumption of my peanuts.

And we all know what happens to things that delay the union of a girl and her snack. Oh no, you don't F around with a snack. Ever.