Guess Who?! ( NOT you.)

Well, here I am, on this blogger thing once more, and I absolutely have no idea what to write about. It's pathetic really. I usually only ever get on this thing when I have inspiration and I need to express myself through blogging, because the thoughts in my head don't exactly write a tear jerking novel when I speak. In fact, I would refer to myself as the town drunk. It's that bad.
Maybe not.
I might be just bringing myself down a bit to hard. All I'm trying to get across is the fact that wording my thoughts on paper, or blogging them have much more depth, meaning, and emotion then they do when I voice them. I'm a very passionate person, but most of the passion doesn't know how to form very well. So writing helps alot.

I feel like I bore you. Let me write of something interesting...maybe funny...or mean? It'll take a second....okay, got something.

Earlier today, at the dinner table, my grandma was telling me of her day, and how yesterday a young lady came in, and started to complain about EVERYTHING. (my grandparents own a bakery, in case you didn't know.) She was complaining about the sandwich table, how the lady making sandwiches was washing her hands in MOP water, or so it seemed. Then, she ordered a sandwich and told my grandma that there is suppose to be a date on them (we know this isn't true...so back off miss know it all.) Then, she complained about the carrots, and how they don't look fresh at all, then she complained about the bread being wet on the top, and went back to the fact that there is (apparently, since she IS miss know it all) suppose to be a date on these. By this time, if I were my grandma, I would've taken the sandwich she complained about and shoved it in her face screaming,  "DATE THIS YOU HORRID WOMAN!!!" But, of course, I am NOT my grandma and my grandma is NOT me, so she kept her mouth shut. (Good job grandma...) I feel like I should give her a pat on the head for a job well done.
So, as if this wasn't enough horrid words coming out of this horrid woman's mouth, she demanded a refund...to which grandma only gave her a gift card (to buy more food at this delicious bakery she owns.).
This is NOT the end of the story.
Today, the day AFTER this ridiculous incident, the health inspector came into the bakery.
Yes, that is right.
She
called
the
freaking
health
inspector.
Needless to say, he gave a few pointers, but all in all, he was proud of how clean the bakery actually was.
That, my friends, is the end of that story. IT WAS GREAT, WASN'T IT?! Don't know about you, but the fact that this woman was MY age and was acting like an old grouch had me appalled to this very minute. I don't understand people like that, and frankly, I never want to.

ANYWAYS, I don't believe I have anything else to say...

Oh yeah, you look like I need another drink.

Love you.

Korey Johnston