He probably doesn't want to overdo it with the sugar. (I get a second hand sugar coma just ringing him up every day)

Thanks I thought I was having a stroke trying to read that.

Guy looks like one of my regular customers, comes in everyday at 3:30 am for six bags of chips three candy bars four fruit pies and diet pepsi. He rattles the racks as he walks and my store is one level on a concrete pad.

It helps when your daddy is a sniveling politician in a high place.

You'd be surprised, some 'parents' are complete shit. Sadly the kiddos suffer for it.

That is a vera good pun.

Nah, her middle brother took a shot gun to one of his vehicles because it broke down (he was putting oil in the gas to make it smoke like a diesel truck) he unloaded 10 shells by the time town police responded and arrested him for reckless use of a firearm. I could tell stories but I already live with nightmares, don't want to curse anybody else with that except for my poor therapist on Monday, she's new as my old one retired after having a stroke.

Who knows, her whole family should be a case study in a mental health journal or maybe a whole volume.

They had damage to them that I know wasn't there when I parked it, thankfully her knife must have been pitifully dull as it only cut the outer layer of rubber on the side wall.

Things didn't go well. Got called into work because one of my infantile coworkers stubbed their toe and can't walk.... I've reported to work after having teeth pulled (due to being assaulted during a robbery) with a back injury on top, broken finger, partially amputated finger reattached same day. And this moron calls off cause of sore toe! One of these days I'm going to just have to walk in slam 10 staples into my hand clock in and show them what work really is! I get it, pain is a relative thing a paper cut for one person can need morphine while apparently I can manage to have several cracked ribs and a messed up vertebrae and be in slight discomfort and laugh about it.

Well, mean would qualify as getting cussed at because the customer put the wrong pin code into a gas pump at two am, then accused me of fuckery when I was nowhere near my terminal, not that I have some magic 'reject card' button anyhow. Besides you don't last long in retail with a shit personality, the only reason I'm still working where I do is because I'm the only one that will work nights, the others are 'too scared' or 'can't stay awake' or 'have kids' (like I effing don't have a kid or something!)

Considering that the case is because of her refusing to pay child support, it's already in my favor, I think it's more of the fact that I have to be in the same room as her that bothers me. As long as I don't come out to slashed car tires like last time I'm happy.

We're hanging on still. My issues are catching up with me since I have a court date soon against my ex but its not going to be as bad as my anxiety is making it lol.