RE: Tabby's authority questioned because of her youth. Tabby's tribulations reminded me of a story about General William Westmoreland, commander of America's forces in Vietname from 1964-1968. When Westmoreland met a West Point cadet who would graduating first in his class, Westmoreland exclaimed, "My God, he isn't very tall, is he?" "No, but he has other fine qualities." This exchange provides the context behind the "Westy," an award named after Westmoreland and presented each year to the graduating class's tallest, most handsome, and dumbest cadet.
RE: The woman who cannot find the olives, though is it really her fault she doesn't have eyes in the back of her head and has also taken some oath that prevents her from rotating her body one hundred eighty degrees? I once was stopped by a tourist who couldn't find the grocery store. I listened patiently for ten minutes as he harangued the universe for concealing the store from him and preventing him from purchasing the beer that was his reward. Reward for what, I did not know or care. As he wound down, he asked if I could help him. I pointed, and unlike Olive Woman, he had no compunctions about turning around and beholding the store that had been behind him all along. A store that fills two city blocks isn't visible from space, by any means, but it was good to see that it is visible to people standing in front of it when they look in the correct direction. He thanked me with a mixture of relief and embarrassment as he went in to collect the beer that was his reward. Except it was Sunday. No alcohol sales on Sunday. I hope he was happy with prune juice.
I was loudly taunted by a stocker in Lucky supermarket in California for not knowing that Knott’s Berry Farm was right down the street. I think he was just mad that I was off to ride rollercoasters and he had to stock shelves, but, by sheer coincidence, he was also a jerk.
Back, way back, when I read MAD (late 60s onwards) one of cool things was reading the jokes in the borders. 'Nosmo-king' signs and little Spy v Spy sketches and so forth. I like that you do that with the signs.
I went to college back when the state thought that having a well-educated populace was good for everybody, so they subsidized tuition. (It cost $80 a semester when I started and shot up to $160 by the time I graduated!)
Guess they since decided that stupid people are easier to deal with...
I got to hear about the glory days of affordable education and jobs that made it easy to pay for a house. If that generation was alive today they would never stop throwing up.
“They” didn’t decide only that stupid people are easier to deal with. They figured out and have taken advantage of the fact that ignorant, poorly educated people vote the way they”they” want them to.
Where I worked, they were kind enough to let us accrue to the end of the year. This didn't matter as we routinely did not have the staff to cover vacations. On the plus side, selling our unused vacation time paid for Xmas.
Also, here's an unwanted suggestion: strips about having staff come up with their goals for the year when their jobs are already defined by company description or union contract. My favorite was that I wanted to rule the world. A good goal, I think.
I’m ashamed to admit that I made that joke a few times, too. However, in an admittedly lame defense of myself and others who remember when scanners were introduced: Many stores, at the beginning of the use of scanners, had a policy that said, “If it doesn’t scan correctly, it’s free.” There was a lot of skepticism about the things.
We don't sell Kentucky Blue Grass Seed because it doesn't grow naturally here at the shore unlike in the DC area. Believe it or not, we'd like to see what you buy from us actually live and grow.
RE: Tabby's authority questioned because of her youth. Tabby's tribulations reminded me of a story about General William Westmoreland, commander of America's forces in Vietname from 1964-1968. When Westmoreland met a West Point cadet who would graduating first in his class, Westmoreland exclaimed, "My God, he isn't very tall, is he?" "No, but he has other fine qualities." This exchange provides the context behind the "Westy," an award named after Westmoreland and presented each year to the graduating class's tallest, most handsome, and dumbest cadet.
RE: The woman who cannot find the olives, though is it really her fault she doesn't have eyes in the back of her head and has also taken some oath that prevents her from rotating her body one hundred eighty degrees? I once was stopped by a tourist who couldn't find the grocery store. I listened patiently for ten minutes as he harangued the universe for concealing the store from him and preventing him from purchasing the beer that was his reward. Reward for what, I did not know or care. As he wound down, he asked if I could help him. I pointed, and unlike Olive Woman, he had no compunctions about turning around and beholding the store that had been behind him all along. A store that fills two city blocks isn't visible from space, by any means, but it was good to see that it is visible to people standing in front of it when they look in the correct direction. He thanked me with a mixture of relief and embarrassment as he went in to collect the beer that was his reward. Except it was Sunday. No alcohol sales on Sunday. I hope he was happy with prune juice.
I was loudly taunted by a stocker in Lucky supermarket in California for not knowing that Knott’s Berry Farm was right down the street. I think he was just mad that I was off to ride rollercoasters and he had to stock shelves, but, by sheer coincidence, he was also a jerk.
Back, way back, when I read MAD (late 60s onwards) one of cool things was reading the jokes in the borders. 'Nosmo-king' signs and little Spy v Spy sketches and so forth. I like that you do that with the signs.
Oh, my...I just snorted coffee all over my laptop keyboard.
"I will as soon as I pay off my beach house."
I went to college back when the state thought that having a well-educated populace was good for everybody, so they subsidized tuition. (It cost $80 a semester when I started and shot up to $160 by the time I graduated!)
Guess they since decided that stupid people are easier to deal with...
I got to hear about the glory days of affordable education and jobs that made it easy to pay for a house. If that generation was alive today they would never stop throwing up.
“They” didn’t decide only that stupid people are easier to deal with. They figured out and have taken advantage of the fact that ignorant, poorly educated people vote the way they”they” want them to.
If it doesn't scan, the customer and clerk roll dice to set a price.
That would be fun, but I see all of the barcodes being ripped off of everything, which is a different kind of fun.
Where I worked, they were kind enough to let us accrue to the end of the year. This didn't matter as we routinely did not have the staff to cover vacations. On the plus side, selling our unused vacation time paid for Xmas.
Also, here's an unwanted suggestion: strips about having staff come up with their goals for the year when their jobs are already defined by company description or union contract. My favorite was that I wanted to rule the world. A good goal, I think.
Annual reviews with goals are coming up, and world domination remains at the top of the list.
I am a manager without a dedicated parking space. I think I’ve been snookered by my employer.
I didn't have any student loans because it took me thirty years to get my degrees.
My daughter worked as a cashier. It was the barcode joke that prompted her transfer to the stockroom. And prompted me to stop making that joke.
She made a wise move.
I’m ashamed to admit that I made that joke a few times, too. However, in an admittedly lame defense of myself and others who remember when scanners were introduced: Many stores, at the beginning of the use of scanners, had a policy that said, “If it doesn’t scan correctly, it’s free.” There was a lot of skepticism about the things.
We don't sell Kentucky Blue Grass Seed because it doesn't grow naturally here at the shore unlike in the DC area. Believe it or not, we'd like to see what you buy from us actually live and grow.
The company I worked for took your unused vacation from you on May 31 just like in the strip.
I feel your pain. Welcome to summer! You have no vacation days.