lucky stores (yes, yes they are)

let me be honest. i have always loved the kind of grocery store employees who are capable enough to do their work, but special needs enough to say whatever the hell they feel like saying. today while i was picking up spring roll ingredients at lucky (and ice cream. shut up.), i ran across that exact type of gem.

employee: hi, how are you today?
bliss: i'm going alright i suppose, how 'bout yourself? (expecting, "fine, thanks," and nothing more)
employee: [long pause] hmmph. don't get me wrong, i love the customers here, you guys are the reason that i have this job, but as for my bagging colleagues, they're completely idiotic. COMPLETELY IDIOTIC.
bliss: oh man, i hear ya on that one.
employee: they just have their heads up their asses, and i mean COMPLETELY UP THEIR ASSES.
bliss: oh, sorry. that must suck for you.
employee: tell me about it. goddamn idiots.

did i mention that a store manager was on the other side of the freezer aisle from us, inconspicuously listening in, and looking slightly horrified? i think the only thing that stopped his heart attack was the fact that i was engaged and playing along. when special needs people refer to other people as idiotic it brings a certain kind-of joy to my heart. not that i'm calling special needs people idiots or anything, because i'm certainly not. crap. am i digging myself into a hole here? i think i'm going to stop. ugh.

next post: i show you my easter pics and tell you all about my new life as a wanna-be pole kitten. rawr.