Written: July 19, 2008 at 11:54AM EST
Ok, raise your hands. Upon reading that statement, the image of a dog snarling at me came to mind. Now, what would you say, if I told you that a dog didn’t snarl at me, but rather a woman did! I found it hilarious as I’m sure did everyone who was working with me.
Let me start from the beginning, this rather round woman entered Dunkin Doughnuts and ordered a medium iced coffee (approx 16 ounces). Now, this sounds like a rather reasonable request, correct? The woman then goes on to ask demand that I add cream to the drink, a whopping 12 ounces.
The second I start making the woman’s drink, an order comes through my headset asking for an iced coffee with sugar in it. I went to make this order and not thinking, I added sugar to the womans coffee. In a rush to finish the womans order, I give her the drink, she pays and prepares to leave.
Just as she goes to leave the store, she stops dead in her tracks. Turns around and rushes back to the counter. “Theres sugar in this! I can taste the crystals!” she screams at me. Rather suprised to see her again, I just kinda stood there for a second, before apologizing. As I go to reach for the iced coffee, shes showing her teeth and snarling at me. Now, I’m trying not to laugh and am genuinely trying to show concern in her problem, but I mean, come on! I was actually waiting for her to start barking. Now that would have been funny.
But, who seriously snarles when returning a drink?! I can understand that there are reasons for not wanting sugar, but resorting to snarling?
Oh well, it takes all kinds, right? It should be interesting to see other types of customers I get to meet at this job! 
Written: June 17, 2007 at 12:30AM EST
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Written: July 28, 2006 at 8:45PM EST
Have you ever noticed that? Not too much blogworthy really happens over the summer. I mean sure, once in a while you’ll do somthing with your friends thats interesting, but most of the time, its just you hanging out doing nothing. At least thats how its been for me.
My Trip to Ovid
It seems like I have the best luck with trips out of town. Anyways yesterday my mother, stepfather, sister, grandmother, and I went to Ovid to get her camper because she got a job in Cooperstown, NY and she wants to stay in her camper.
On the way we stopped in Watkins Glen and went to Mr. Chicken, the best rotisserie chicken resturaunt in the Finger Lakes Region. It was so good, my sister had chicken nuggets and I had the chicken dinner. It got quite crowded as we were eating, (its almost like people folloiw us! 
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We then went straight to Ovid and when we got to the campground it was empty. So my sister suggested scaring the campground owner into thinking the camper was stolen, but I don’t think it would work. So we ripped the camper apart and hooked it up to the truck and the back of the truck sagged so low due to the weight of the camper. So before we left, my grandma was moving a couple things and my mom came to the car and said
“You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, making your grandma move everything herself!”
And while my mom was saying this my grandma was making faces and sticking her tongue out imitating her. So I’m watching my grandma and trying to keep a straight face while my momis yelling at me. It was so weird, I mean how often does someone actually say “You ought to be ashamed of yourself?!”
So we finally made it home, and I kinda hung out and debated on the future of this site, originally I was going to put it on hiatas (and I actually did, and it stayed up a whole 12 hours before I decided against it!). So thats about it.
The best is yet to come. Remember “my trip to hellimean Cooperstown?” Today my mom and stepdad are going up. Lets see how they enjoy it!
Written: July 13, 2006 at 4:38PM EST
Yesterday was such a fun day. I had a job interview at subway, so my grandmother took me to that. For once we got there early! So i sat there and waited for the woman interviewing me to get done with her job. So when the interview finally started, I had sat there for over a half an hour, (not bad, but nerve racking). She asked me the basics like “What do you feel you can bring to subway” and the like. So when it was finally over, my grandma took me to her house to get my sister so we could leave for Cooperstown.
The trip started ok, the occasional bad driver, but you can’t avoid them. We stopped and had dinner at Cracker Barrel, then left. Of course the main bridge had to be out so we had to take a detour that ended up being an hour out of the way. By the time we made it to Cooperstown it was around 6:30. We looked at some campgrounds and one was hideous. The neighbors were scary, they had a “petting zoo” and a putt-putt course made from old trashcans.
We then decided to go see the hospital where my grandma would be working. She was telling us a little bit about it, and how it looked like the hospital in our home town. She then started telling us about the new heart clinic when she drove into a pothole and blew up the tire. Of course, when this happens its during a downpour and there is thunder and lightning.
A volunteer firefighter comes and changes the tire for my grandma, and by the time hes done, the AAA towtruck is there. We drive to his shop because he said the tire wasn’t good enough to get us the 3 hour highway ride back to Elmira. So in the shop we look at the tire and there is a golf ball sized hole in the tire and it was beyond repair. The repairman ripped apart an old car to get the tire off and in the process we were there for over two hours.
Then things started to get creepy. The repairman started flirting with my grandma. He told her how he was a urologist, an ambulance driver, a painter, and everything under the sun. He then told her how he moved up here from Houston, Texas, and vowed to stay in New York after his wife left him in the 1990’s. Then my grandma was giving me her password to her cell phone and it was her birthyear. The repairman said, “Oh, its 1970.” (I hope not, my mom was born in 1969…) When it was all fixed we were going to get a drink and he followed us down the road. My grandma the whole way home kept asking if he was following us.
We then went to a Best Western to check the rates as my grandmother has yet to find a place to stay. We got in there and there were these annoying little brats running around. She walked up to the desk and waited for the man who appeared to be watching the children to talk to her. He didn’t. He, as she later found out, was made of wax. The fact that he was missing fingers should have tipped her off.
After that happened we went to get ice cream, and my sister found someones wallet and they spent a good half hour trying to find a phone number to call the guy. We finally left and got home and it was after 1. Mom said she left the door unlocked for us… and guess what… it wasn’t unlocked. Its pitch black out, dead silent, and we’re locked out. My grandma called into the house (as no one was answering the door) and mom came and unlocked the door. I went into my room and went to bed.
Now today, Im sick and feel like garbage. “Thanks alot Cooperstown!”
Written: June 21, 2006 at 6:14PM EST
AAAHHHH!
The last couple of days have been quite hectic, but I’m not going to really get into that. Since its summer, I have become nocturnal staying up until the sun rises, then going back to bed. It turns out that Today, I slept until 4pm and no one bothered to wake me up. You’ll never guess what woke me up….
GAS from the stove. Someone had turned the knob of the gas-powered stove on so there was no flame, but gas was being emitted into the house. The worst part is no one but me could smell it. So the second i smelled it, i traced it to the kitchen and turned it off. I have no idea how long it was going, but do you know how bad it is to smell gas first thing when you wake up?! And then have no one else smell it?!?
The Bride of Chucky
And now for the movie. I couldn’t sleep last night and The Bride of Chucky was on tv so i watched it. Let me just say it was really strange. Many people (my mother included) are freaked out by the movie…and I just found it funny. The characters die in the strangest ways, from the mirror shattering and killing the newly weds, to the guy getting hit by the big rig. It was so cheap looking it was funny. The thing that kinda confused me was the fact that if you shot or stabbed the dolls they would “die,” but they’re plastic. Would it really hurt them? And why did no one notice the knife in Chucky’s pocket? Overall I got a fairly good laugh out of it.
Written: June 18, 2006 at 11:27PM EST
Last night, well I should say really early this morning I had a dream that I thought was extremely funny.
I was sitting in the computer lab at school and this really annoying person, lets call him Fred (for the sake of amnesty) was bugging me. Now Fred has blonde hair in an almost bowl-cut and in real life he bugged the crap out of me all year long. So in my dream I finally couldn’t take it anymore, and I started punching him in the face. He tried to escape and I grabbed him in a headlock and punched him some more. A bunch of teachers tried to stop me and they couldn’t. Finally the computer lab teacher came over and said “Not in this room.”
My mom then came in to wake me up and it was around noon, (yes im nocturnal) and she kinda shook me, and still half asleep I started yelling and acting like I was still fighting with Fred. It was halarious my mom said. And it probably was, I’ve been known to say some rather strange things in my sleep…
Any why do you care? No idea. I figured I may as well write about somthing as not much has really been going on lately.