Sweet Potatoes are Violent…

Well I must say I have a new level of respect for every grocery bagger I’ve ever met. Today I finished my first day of work at a supermarket and good grief was it more effort than I had ever imagined. I loved it, but boy was it taxing.

I learned a very valuable lesson today as well:

Klutzes and produce just don’t mix.

As I type this, I’m holding up an ice pack to my lip, nursing the busted lip I incurred while quickly bagging a particular customer’s groceries. There was a line growing behind her, so I was just trying to get done.

Now mind you, I had been training and working for the better part of the afternoon and I had not had a single incident yet (aside from forgetting to ask a few times if they wanted paper or plastic). I had been bustling from one customer to the next, and I had no problem whatsoever.

So obviously the produce had to initiate me into the supermarket club. As I was bagging this particular lady’s groceries, the bag of sweet potatoes was handed to me by the cashier. I swung the potatoes over to the plastic bag, but I apparently was not aware of how close my face was to the bag. As it swung my bottom lip caught the brunt of 1.27 pounds of flying sweet spuds.

Thankfully the customer and the cashier seemed not to notice the tiny bit of blood on my lip and the small bruise forming around it. I smiled at the customer, tucking my lip in a bit so my injury wasn’t evident. My manager came up to me after I put her cart up and I gladly took the cue to go home for the day since my shift was over.

I suppose I shouldn’t have been so eager to put the groceries in the bag, but hey, at least I can say I have an exciting job. Grocery baggers are super hard workers and my coworkers, while I haven’t officially met everyone, seem to enjoy helping the customers. It makes me really excited to work there.

I wonder if anyone else has been beat up by the perishables, but I don’t think it would be a great idea to ask them…

Kids really do say the funniest things… Part 2!

I love visiting home from college. I get to see my family and spend time with my younger siblings, who inevitably say some of the most hilarious things. Regardless of the large age gap between us, they still manage to be my main source of entertainment while I visit my parents. Here are just a few things that they’ve said while I’ve been home!

Brother: “I had a dream last night!”

My mom: “Oh yeah?”

Brother: “So I was in a tree house and there was a snowman there, so I took one of his buttons but it wasn’t a button at all. It was a teeny tiny monkey but I just thought it was a moving button.”

The other morning while watching Sesame Street:

TV: “The letter of the day is… N!”

Brother: “N…. Nipple starts with N! I have a big nipple.”

Mom (who is a medical professional): “Well, technically you have two!”

While at the museum for the holiday special:

Sister: “Why don’t we celebrate Hanukkah at home?”

Mom: “Well, we’re not Jewish.”

Sister: “Can we be?”

Mom: “If that’s what you really want to convert to.”

Sister thinks for a moment: “I think I’m okay.”

While my brother and sister were having a fight…

Brother: “Listen to me!”

Sister: “No! I’m ignoring you!”

Brother: “Well, well…that’s not nice!”

Sister: silence

Brother: “Fine! You’re not invited to my party!”

Dad: “…dude, you’re not having a party.”

Brother: “Yes I am in June when I have my birthday and she is NOT invited.”

Bedtime seems to be a struggle, so I’ve saved some of the excuses that my little sister says to stall going to bed. Here’s one of the most amusing excuses that was used consistently throughout the holidays…

Sister: “I just wanted to say I love you guys.”

Dad: “We love you too. Go to bed.”

Sister: “Also, um, happy holidays.”

Dad: “You too. Now go to bed.”

Whether it be questions, arguments, or excuses, they never fail to amuse me. They crack me up. Kids certainly say some funny things and I’ve enjoyed watching them grow and hearing their thoughts….at certain volumes. Haha!