You know, I think I've figured out the answer to the age-old question of what came first, the chicken or the egg? It was probably the rooster (if the chicken even got to come at all). I was just in the head and every stall was full. It was like I was playing a losing hand of Poker. They had a full house and I was hoping for a flush. Since there are both military personnel and civilians working in this building, there's a sign in the head that says, "Do not discuss confidential information in this space." Basically, it means 'don't talk about shit while you're taking a shit or you'll be in deep shit.'
I wanted to talk about my time as a Petsmart cashier. If you're a cashier, you might have someone accidentally give you a silver dollar, thinking it's a quarter. You might acquire an entire set of those flawed Wisconsin quarters that are worth a lot on eBay. You might have an old lady give you cans of government peaches in gratitude for helping her put her 50 pound bag of dog food in her car. You might bump into Art Alexakis of the band, Everclear. You might have a conversation with the actress, Mika Boorem. You might get four 100% scores in a row from mystery shoppers. You might have a lady tell you that "God has a plan for your life, or in your case, Buddha." The best part is getting free training for your dog (not that it made a damn bit of difference, but I love him anyway!).
Well, I gotta go. Somewhere out there, there's a leg and a thigh with my name on it (get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about fried chicken!).