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I just wanted to pay for my groceries.
I was in line behind a woman with a hand-carry basket. We were both behind a family that looked vaguely Iranian? Iraqi? Middle Eastern. Their groceries were all bagged in the cart ready to go, when someone noticed a mistake on the receipt. The cashier took it back, examined it. Stared at it for a full five minutes with intense concentration, like she was reading a Twilight novel. She was young, blond, a bit paunchy. Had the exact facial bone structure of a pug dog.
Then I got to see the item in question. A fruit roll-up. I wish I were kidding. A fucking FRUIT ROLL-UP. Unless it rang up for $50 or something, there's just no reason for this. I think they actually bought five of them (because what kind of Commies buy just one fruit roll-up?), but still. The savings that they were pushing for couldn't have been that great.
Then someone had to be sent off to the aisle to find the correct price. Then the transaction had to be rectified. Blondie started fumbling with keys, scanning the candy. Scanned it again. Studied the register screen intensely. Scanned it again. I glared at her (and the family) with the hate of a million red hot supernovas, which probably didn't help anyone but it beat the hell out of doing NOTHING.
Meanwhile the man behind me had moved to the next line over. Someone with less patience than me? I should have proposed. However, the cashier there tried to pick up one of those gallon jugs of the unnatural lime-green juice drink; it slipped out of his hands and exploded all over the floor, creating a small unnaturally lime-green lake. "Boy, there's just no right answer here, is there?" the line jumper said to me. "Nope, we can't win," I agreed.
I gave Blondie another five minutes of apparently fruitless (pun sort of intended) scanning and keying before fleeing to another lane. Got everything rung up and passed her again on my way out, where the family was still standing and I heard Blondie say, "Okay. I'm just going to start all over again."
I just wanted to pay for my groceries.
~*~
Tery is hell-bent on seeing as many likely Oscar nominees as possible before the big event (she is every year, however, this year has an extra sense of urgency since she decided to throw a party and hold a contest to vote for the winners). As for me, I can't stand watching awards shows, and in fact vowed never to again after the last one took about six hours with all the commercials and crap.
So, without further ado, I give you first ( ::Gran Torino, with plenty o'spoilers, cuz I can:: )
I suppose Clint wasn't too bad. It's the same role he's played for most of his career, after all. But all the actors around him were bad. Really, really awfully awful. Embarrassingly awful. Tery and I couldn't believe this was nominated for a Golden Globe. And as of this morning, it wasn't even nominated for an Oscar, which means we essentially watched it for nothing.
Second was ( ::Revolutionary Road, perhaps not as spoilery:: )
Also as of this morning, this is another one that Oscar snubbed. Although Michael Shannon fully deserves best supporting, unfortunately he's up against Heath Ledger, so chances are probably slim.
All I'm saying is two movies on a Sunday, my weepiest day, and dry as a bone. If teardrops were Academy votes, it's pretty clear why these weren't nominated.
I was in line behind a woman with a hand-carry basket. We were both behind a family that looked vaguely Iranian? Iraqi? Middle Eastern. Their groceries were all bagged in the cart ready to go, when someone noticed a mistake on the receipt. The cashier took it back, examined it. Stared at it for a full five minutes with intense concentration, like she was reading a Twilight novel. She was young, blond, a bit paunchy. Had the exact facial bone structure of a pug dog.
Then I got to see the item in question. A fruit roll-up. I wish I were kidding. A fucking FRUIT ROLL-UP. Unless it rang up for $50 or something, there's just no reason for this. I think they actually bought five of them (because what kind of Commies buy just one fruit roll-up?), but still. The savings that they were pushing for couldn't have been that great.
Then someone had to be sent off to the aisle to find the correct price. Then the transaction had to be rectified. Blondie started fumbling with keys, scanning the candy. Scanned it again. Studied the register screen intensely. Scanned it again. I glared at her (and the family) with the hate of a million red hot supernovas, which probably didn't help anyone but it beat the hell out of doing NOTHING.
Meanwhile the man behind me had moved to the next line over. Someone with less patience than me? I should have proposed. However, the cashier there tried to pick up one of those gallon jugs of the unnatural lime-green juice drink; it slipped out of his hands and exploded all over the floor, creating a small unnaturally lime-green lake. "Boy, there's just no right answer here, is there?" the line jumper said to me. "Nope, we can't win," I agreed.
I gave Blondie another five minutes of apparently fruitless (pun sort of intended) scanning and keying before fleeing to another lane. Got everything rung up and passed her again on my way out, where the family was still standing and I heard Blondie say, "Okay. I'm just going to start all over again."
I just wanted to pay for my groceries.
~*~
Tery is hell-bent on seeing as many likely Oscar nominees as possible before the big event (she is every year, however, this year has an extra sense of urgency since she decided to throw a party and hold a contest to vote for the winners). As for me, I can't stand watching awards shows, and in fact vowed never to again after the last one took about six hours with all the commercials and crap.
So, without further ado, I give you first ( ::Gran Torino, with plenty o'spoilers, cuz I can:: )
I suppose Clint wasn't too bad. It's the same role he's played for most of his career, after all. But all the actors around him were bad. Really, really awfully awful. Embarrassingly awful. Tery and I couldn't believe this was nominated for a Golden Globe. And as of this morning, it wasn't even nominated for an Oscar, which means we essentially watched it for nothing.
Second was ( ::Revolutionary Road, perhaps not as spoilery:: )
Also as of this morning, this is another one that Oscar snubbed. Although Michael Shannon fully deserves best supporting, unfortunately he's up against Heath Ledger, so chances are probably slim.
All I'm saying is two movies on a Sunday, my weepiest day, and dry as a bone. If teardrops were Academy votes, it's pretty clear why these weren't nominated.
