The Friendly Cashier & 4th of July musings

Happy 4th of July everyone! Can you imagine what our country would be like if we still belonged to the British?

Our founding fathers were total badasses. (excuse my langauge but they totally were)

As you know (or maybe you don't) I'm doing a giveaway. My friend Carrie, the Gremlin Wrangler, is a creative gal who writes about her experiences as a cashier. The stories she tells, oh my gosh, they are hilarious!!

You can enter this giveaway by going HERE and leaving a comment with a grocery store story of your own.

I went to the grocery store today...and managed to cut my right thumb (the left thumb is already cut and in a bandaid still) in the refrigerated section. I'm just that good.

And, I just heard from someone today (possibly a family member) who took a header over a flat bed stocking cart in the grocery store resulting in black and blue legs AND a broken rib.

My conclusion from this is that either the grocery store is way too dangerous or the females in my family are clumsy. Definitely the former. Has to be.

Here's a little teaser from Letters From Your Friendly Cashier to wet your appetite:

To all the kind folks whose items ran together and caused me to ring up things belonging to the person behind the other person:

We have dividers for a reason.

To all the people who happened upon my line when my dividers were mysteriously missing:

Good job on separating and cooperating! You rock.

To the guy with the mysterious satchel draped around his shoulder:

Little did you now that when I heard you say I would run away if I saw what was in your satchel, that you were dealing with a friendly professional. And when you informed me that it was your pet boa constrictor, I didn't even flinch. I proved you and your friend wrong, when you brought out said snakey and I gave him a nice squeeze. I mean, she is a boa constrictor, and squeezing is their love language, right? I could tell you were impressed.

You need never doubt my skills ever again. Unless you carry your pet tarantula in that yellow satchel, in which case I will call the fuzz on you.

To think, we've probably been grocery shopping with hidden snakes in the store at some point in our lives. I'm freaked out by that thought.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!!