Neanderpundit

I won’t tell certain tales of my life for fear of harming people In Real Life about whom I still care.

I DO tell those stories, sometimes, in private.

I have been told three times in the last two days that I should be blogging all this crap.

Best thing to hear these stories is to show up at Ogmeet.

Today, I demonstrated my skills to the girl at the gas station

“Damned thing just won’t scan” as she swipes my egg sandwich over and over again
“I have that skill, that gift. I can find the one useless barcode in the store”
“But it looks fine! Why won’t it scan?”
“because I have skills. Fear me”

Usually, that skill is devoted to finding the one package of Stayfree Maxi Pads which won’t scan at Jewel “Can I get a price on some Maxi’s for the big guy with a beard? ”

What mad skillz do you have?

Having successfully found drawers the right size and style, I must ask: Jesus, why can’t you make the leg holes- well, leg sized? these fuckers are about the same size as the WAIST.

It’s just not pretty, people.