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Kalamities by Kailee

It is my cousin's daughter's blog. She is 4. She says the darndest things. :)


It is almost 3 in the morning.

My husband has been sick all weekend.

My sink in my bedroom officially overflowed out of the pot that was underneath it... twice.

I gave in and decided to call maintenance.

I cleaned like crazy before calling them.

They fixed my problem in 10 minutes! It was awesome!

I wanted to punch a kid today.
Ok he was over the age of 21, but he was acting like a child.
Here is the quick story....

Guy comes in with friends. The two guys buy beer. They also have two girls with them. One of the girls tries to buy wine. The license out here have a magnetic strip on the back, so after looking at the ID I tell her to slide it. It says she is too young. I tell her I can't sell it. She gets pissy. I tell her I am not going to do it. The register won't let me, so I am not doing it. My thoughts were that it could be fake. Seriously, she had been out in the sun or in the tanning bed way too much because she looked old and leathery. Stay out of the sun people! Anyway her friend next to her then proceeds to think I am going to sell it to her. Nope because that would mean you are buying it for your underage friend. She tells me that she is going to call a police officer up there to verify her ID, and I tell her ok. You can do that. That is fine with me! (oooo..I am totally scared that they are going to call the cops to come up there because I am doing my job.) They leave. The next guy that comes up (not with that group) wants to buy cigarettes. I look at his ID. It says he is old enough, the cashier tells me that this guy's ID has worked before. I tell him the same as the girl before, but he doesn't get pissy. I look at him tell him I am going to call our Field System Support because I think our system is messing up. Right after I tell him that, douche bag from previous group comes in and asks me (exact quote), "Who do you think you are not selling someone who is 21 beer?" At that moment, I had to stop myself from A. laughing and B. from punching this whiney bitch in the face. I would like to keep my job so instead, I looked at him with a very bored look on my face, and I told him that I was in the process of calling my corporate office to see what was going on. They tell me that it must just be acting up and to just enter the date of birth off of the license. I sell them their beer even though I want to tell them to get their butts out of the store, and I sell the nice patient guy his cigarettes (of course, I told him they were bad for him.) So much for a short story.