A Trip To The Dollar Store & Something Stupid

A Trip To The Dollar Store

I went to the Dollar Store yesterday to get some balloons inflated for customer-catchers at my big Pearls and Purse Party at the Park. It's fun to say. Say it.
First, I get to the door and there's a hand-written-with-sharpie construction paper on the door that says, "Help Bail Out Our Manager." Uhhhh.. okaayy.
Second, I say to the first clerk I see, who not to be rude couldn't be 17 yet with really dark makeup and clothes that COULD NOT be dress code. (Do they HAVE a dresscode at the dollar store? I guess not.) "Hi, I need some balloons blown up. Maybe some pinks and blacks." She says, "Well, we don't have any pink because when we would blow them up they were really small so we just threw them away." Okay... "And our black, it blows up as brown." Okay... She turns around to blow a black one up to show me how it looks brown and says, "OOOhhh, waiiit. We're out of helium." So I say, "Oh, okay I guess...." and I walked away maybe 3 steps and she yells, "Hey, Suzanne!! Guess What! God Loves Me! We're out of helium."

UGHHHH. AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS ANNOYED BY THIS EXCHANGE???

Something Stupid

Last night I'm changing into my jammies and I say to my husband, (this may be a little personal. sorry. :)) I think I'm going to throw this bra away, it wouldn't stay down all day. He looks over and says, "UM, it's inside out."

Oh.