Don Knotts: Gifted comedic actor. Piss-poor grocery boy.
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Here's one for the couch, BTW...
I had the weirdest nightmare last night: I just wanted some soy milk and a few snacks or something, so I stopped at three different grocery stores and every single time got a cashier who screwed me over. The first time, this older couple from Texas were behind me but didn't bother to use their little rubber divider and figured, in their senility, that they were ahead of me. The husband just had to say, "Now what the hay-ull?" while the cashier was ringing me through, and she immediately shoved my stuff aside and simpered, "I'm sorry, sir, that will never happen again." The second cashier didn't comprehend that the first person in line is the first to arrive; she figured the last person should always be served first. And the third cashier was Don Knotts. He simply didn't believe me when I said I was first, and called me a liar. I was fuming. I stormed out to Richard in the parking lot and shrieked, "Don Knotts just called me a liar! Bastard!"
In the meantime, test your history-of-psych knowledge with this quiz on famous psychologists!
Here's one for the couch, BTW...
I had the weirdest nightmare last night: I just wanted some soy milk and a few snacks or something, so I stopped at three different grocery stores and every single time got a cashier who screwed me over. The first time, this older couple from Texas were behind me but didn't bother to use their little rubber divider and figured, in their senility, that they were ahead of me. The husband just had to say, "Now what the hay-ull?" while the cashier was ringing me through, and she immediately shoved my stuff aside and simpered, "I'm sorry, sir, that will never happen again." The second cashier didn't comprehend that the first person in line is the first to arrive; she figured the last person should always be served first. And the third cashier was Don Knotts. He simply didn't believe me when I said I was first, and called me a liar. I was fuming. I stormed out to Richard in the parking lot and shrieked, "Don Knotts just called me a liar! Bastard!"
5 comments:
Well, Don Knotts also was too slow to realize that Jack Tripper wasn't gay...not surprising he makes a crappy cashier.
Karen is right. LOL.. Not to change the subject but my girls kept asking me to rerun the little video of Sophie last night. They just love watching her hop around.
Hey! I only got one wrong... I have an unfair advantage though, having a BA in Psych and having taken, specifically, a "History and Systems" class... Now, that was almost 10 years ago, so I'm still impressed with myself....
You need to lay off the soy milk before bed I think... If I EVER had a dream about Don Knotts I think I'd go insane...
Don Knotts was a bit cranky in Pleasantville. His bug eyes kind of creep me out. :-P
If I'd known ahead of time that I'd be having a dream about Don Knotts and grocery store lines, I probably wouldn't have slept ever again. ;D
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