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He's really been a pest this past week . . . it's like he just can't seem to stay away or something.
First part of the week, I was in the computer room in the back, printing up the invoices for the day's HBC delivery so I could go over them and check off my out of stocks when I feel like there's someone behind me. . .
I turn around and see Butt-Head. "Thought you could sneak up on me, did ya?"
"No, would I do that?" he answered, grinning from a to asshole.
"Yes you would. Didn't work, though."
And again later that same day, I get to the backroom to put cardboard into the baler when Mouth Almighty puts the Coke invoice into my hand and says she's got to go up front to work up her cigs . . . therefore leaving me back there (by myself) to deal with the biggest baby of all (okay, I admit I have to aggravate when I can
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Meanwhile, while I'm dealing with Brad and his whining and his refusal to take his Binky (we keep a pacifier at the DSD desk . . . Butt-Head made yet another attempt to sneak up on me. He failed miserably and not only got laughed at by me, but also our Dairy guy (who thrives off egging stuff on as much as I do.)
Flash forward to today . . . he was standing at the kiosk early this morning, tearing up a Sunday newspaper so he could see the sports section and the results of last night's NASCAR race.
No manners has he . . .I snuck up behind him and told him he needed to pay for that newspaper if he was going to tear it up.
"But I wanna look at the results of last night's race," he whined.
"You still need to pay for it if you're gonna look at it."
Fell on deaf ears . . . what else is new.
A bit later in the morning, we were in the breakroom with Beavis and the Dairy guy (put all three guys in the same room and we have the Three Stooges.)
So, I ask Butthead about why did the CSM call him to the office a short time earlier.
"She wanted me to get a box down for her."
The guys start laughing it up. "Sounds like you're jealous, DG."
"No, CSM probably called him up there so she could have him all to herself for a few."
So Dairy Guy piped up "He was over there with Angel in the Deli this morning."
"Oh, they're probably still arguing over his not paying the child support." (We pick at Butthead and say he and Angel have ten kids together and he's skipped out on support payments, but it's all in fun.)
"You're gonna have to keep your eye on him, yadda yadda yadda" I kept hearing from Beavis . . .
Please . . . as much as I love to pick on Butthead, I think I'm gonna change my perfume to Raid.
And I'm sure they're be more ribbing and aggravation as the weather gets warmer and he's started back with his summer job of mowing the grass at a nearby nudie camp. Oh does he get hell for that.
First part of the week, I was in the computer room in the back, printing up the invoices for the day's HBC delivery so I could go over them and check off my out of stocks when I feel like there's someone behind me. . .
I turn around and see Butt-Head. "Thought you could sneak up on me, did ya?"
"No, would I do that?" he answered, grinning from a to asshole.
"Yes you would. Didn't work, though."
And again later that same day, I get to the backroom to put cardboard into the baler when Mouth Almighty puts the Coke invoice into my hand and says she's got to go up front to work up her cigs . . . therefore leaving me back there (by myself) to deal with the biggest baby of all (okay, I admit I have to aggravate when I can
) Meanwhile, while I'm dealing with Brad and his whining and his refusal to take his Binky (we keep a pacifier at the DSD desk . . . Butt-Head made yet another attempt to sneak up on me. He failed miserably and not only got laughed at by me, but also our Dairy guy (who thrives off egging stuff on as much as I do.)
Flash forward to today . . . he was standing at the kiosk early this morning, tearing up a Sunday newspaper so he could see the sports section and the results of last night's NASCAR race.
No manners has he . . .I snuck up behind him and told him he needed to pay for that newspaper if he was going to tear it up.
"But I wanna look at the results of last night's race," he whined.
"You still need to pay for it if you're gonna look at it."
Fell on deaf ears . . . what else is new.
A bit later in the morning, we were in the breakroom with Beavis and the Dairy guy (put all three guys in the same room and we have the Three Stooges.)
So, I ask Butthead about why did the CSM call him to the office a short time earlier.
"She wanted me to get a box down for her."
The guys start laughing it up. "Sounds like you're jealous, DG."
"No, CSM probably called him up there so she could have him all to herself for a few."
So Dairy Guy piped up "He was over there with Angel in the Deli this morning."
"Oh, they're probably still arguing over his not paying the child support." (We pick at Butthead and say he and Angel have ten kids together and he's skipped out on support payments, but it's all in fun.)
"You're gonna have to keep your eye on him, yadda yadda yadda" I kept hearing from Beavis . . .
Please . . . as much as I love to pick on Butthead, I think I'm gonna change my perfume to Raid.
And I'm sure they're be more ribbing and aggravation as the weather gets warmer and he's started back with his summer job of mowing the grass at a nearby nudie camp. Oh does he get hell for that.
