My dad bag-boyed his way through college, and after that would never let anyone else bag his groceries. He was a master-packer, that’s for sure. We never had a broken egg or a crushed bag of chips.
My LEAST FAVORITE Christmas carol. Believe it or not, it’s been around since 1941. (For some reason, I thought it was written in the seventies. Maybe that’s just when it started to REALLY get on my nerves.)
Workplaces are like kindergarten classes. We’d probably all get along better if we could have naptime.