Motivational Poster Thread (warning content)

Even more so flowing stupid instruction.

 

OCD!

 

You should see my groceries going down the belt to the cashier. Perfectly aligned, sorted and arranged.

 

A lifetime of Military life ,,,

 

and they make it into your bag in an orderly fashion?
Hell i put all the cold stuff together and then all the fresh food together and they cant pack it like that makes me crazy.

im the woman standing there repacking groceries holding up the line cuz all the frozen stuff isnt in one bag

 

A left-handed SMLE.

Odd.

 

My home is at the crossroads between 126, 120 and 125. My BOL is at 102 were I am now. Pray for East Texas. With Covid-19, unemployment and being tired of being told what to do and the government sending mixed messages, evacuating seems to be the last thing people want to do. I’m 90 miles inland.

 

I'm of an age where gray is the new blonde, and most conversations with women my age revolve around blood pressure and arthritis medications, aches and pains, and the weather. I saw a fella I work with, at the diner, sitting with an old woman. I figured she must be his realtor or something. Turns out she was his age, which is to say, a few years younger than me, and she was his date.

So that experience put me in a good place to appreciate this story:

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WELL . . . YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE :

MY NAME IS ALICE , AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST.

I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA ON THE WALL, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME. SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 40-ODD YEARS AGO.

COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN?

UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT.

THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE.

AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL.

'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE.

WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED.

HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1975. WHY DO YOU ASK?'

YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED.

HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY.

THEN, THAT UGLY,

OLD,

BALD,

WRINKLED FACED,

FAT-ASSED,

GRAY-HAIRED,

DECREPIT

SON-OF-A-BITCH

ASKED,

'WHAT DID YOU TEACH???

 

My groceries travel in an irregular and apparently haphazard pattern....25 years as an infantryman....OCD and uniformity may be a fact of life in barracks...but fieldcraft has a different set of priorities....predictable behaviour tells may be the death of the soldier in a sniper's sights....besides I like to keep the cashiers on their toes.