"Love" Is Never Having to Say "Paper or Plastic?"?

MARGE SIMPSON: “Miss? Miss? Do you have a Chanel suit or any other high-quality clothes?”

SALES CLERK: “No ma’am, but we do have a shipment of slightly burned Sears Activewear coming in this afternoon.”
MARGE SIMPSON: “Oh, I give up.”

CLETUS SPUCKLER: “What time and how burnt?”

BECAUSE I FEEL THAT far to many people treat them like they are less than human, I have a tendancy to be Golden Ruley, extra-nice to people who work in retail. (<--WHEW! I've been there.) With that being said, I find myself time-and-againly uttering a heavy-hearted "Ouch!" after having just arrived home from the neighborhood pharmacy (I'm not naming names, but Wall minus one "l" and the plural version of the colour associated with Ireland make up it's autograph. You do the math.), where the sales clerk literally chewed me up and spit me out (I kid you not. Like I said, "Ouch!") because, with a genuine smile on my face (Come to think of it, shouldn't they all be?), I courteously asked for a bag for my 14 items (You see, although there once was a spot in my life when I actually wanted to join the circus, I never did. So, that indeed makes me NOT a juggler. And since I must walk with a cane (Yes, as a matter of fact, I did christened her "Candy"!), sacks take the edge off carrying stuff.), and then had "the audacity to take up waaay too much [of his] time" (<--his words only without the "fancy"expletives) zipping my purse before "hobbling away" (<--sadly, the phrase of which he seemed most proud).

NINE

"Danger, Will Robison, Danger!"
WORDS to the wise:

The bad guy doesn't always
wear a black hat.

Has anyone seen the Band-Aids?-ly,
SparkleFarkle~~~~~*

Rest in peace, my Mollo and ZuZu.

Image Credit:
Black hat courtesy of BestEast.com.