Monday, May 19, 2008
The Mystery of the Missing Milk
Heyz to everyone and welcome to the Poverty Hill hideout. Well we had some excitement around this this afternoon. My lil wifey and her Mom went to the big city to pick up a few items from the grocery store.......you know, fat back, collard greens, grits...the regular stuff. Well our neighbor asked if Judi would pick her up a gallon of milk, and her being the kind hearted young lady she is, she said she'd be glad to. The trip went off nicely, they spent lotz of money as usual and came on back to Poverty Hill with their goodies and the gallon of milk. Our neighbor came up to pick up her gallon of milk and Judi told her it was in the fridge to just help herself. Anyway, in about 5 minutes the neighbor called back and told Judi that the milk was only about 2/3rds full. OMG...Judi immediately picked up the phone and called the store, thinking the manager would politely say just bring it back and we'll exchange it. NOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT......laffin
The manager said that it was her mistake and she should have checked to see if it had been opened. Well OK, she hangs the phone up but I can see the steam-a-rising. Her lil face turned red and she picked up the phone, asked for the manager, and gave him a reaming that would make a sailor hang his head in shame....I didn't even know she knew those kinds of words. Well the manager stuck to his original conclusion of it was her fault and she had shown her ignorance by not checking it....well out come a few more choice words and she slams her phone closed. Well her Mother came up and she called also.....of course a little nicer, although not much...and I was sitting here laffin my butt off. Anyway she got the same answer. Two hot women...lordy me........LMAO. I told Judi, just go buy another gallon its no biggie.
Well I sat here and listened to how sorry that store was and how they'd never go back and shop there and all the other bad things that you can say about a store....trying my best not to laugh out loud.
Well Judi decided she'd go back to town and get our neighbor another gallon of milk. She looked in the fridge to see if there was anything else she might need while at the grocery and and LOW AND BEHOLD, a full gallon of nice ice cold milk sat right there on the top shelf of the refrigerator for all to see, shining white and satiny in all its glory........laffin.. Our neighbor had picked up the wrong milk from the fridge without noticing that it wasn't full....Scratching my head, I think to myself, now theres' got to be a moral of the story here..Something like, Make sure you brain is in gear before engaging mouth. All I can say is I'm glad I'm not a grocery store manager. BTW, if you never hear from me again you'll know that Judi found out I blogged this. So long from now from Mayor TW, atop Poverty Hill. (wavin)