A couple of weeks ago I noticed, as I walked the streets of Philadelphia. That my step quickened whenever I saw a yellow light. I had to beat it. Whenever someone was going to cut in front of me I had to speed up maybe even give them a little elbow rub. It got so bad I almost trucked over an old lady. When I was driving I wouldn't let people in front of me. Man I realized I had a problem, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
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Well here is the kicker. I just got back from grocery shopping with the wife. Every week we get the same stuff and wind up at the same register. Every week this kid piles the groceries on till I can't move. You know scans grocery, slides onto belt, repeat process. Every week I sit there and you can tell he is snickering. Thining man I got him again. Well campers this week it was on. He went ahead and started scanning. items are flying down the belt and I am picking them off 1 by 1 and getting them in the bag. Both hands flying left to right scooping things up. I hit a small dilema one of the bags wouldn't open up. Darn he was going to do it to me again. Just then swoosh I get it open and right back on pace. As fast as they hit the belt I was stuffing them in bags. When it was all over $101 later I had stuffed everything as fast as he delt it. The look of dumbfoundment came across his face. Today he couldn't gloat at me. HAHAHA!
So with this I let out a holler. My wife replies, "What the Heck are you doing." Not really heck, but you get the idea. I was ready for a victory lap around the store. I quickly realized what it was. Everyone on the site is starting to race and I still have 2 weeks till the season starts. It can't get here soon enough for me or my wife.
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