tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32281953.post335415436840918717..comments2023-05-17T09:55:59.040-05:00Comments on The Whining Schoolboy - <i>tales from a mostly-boring public high school teacher.</i>: A Well-Placed ShotSchool Master Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698932512420895256noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32281953.post-66338549023165877912007-08-05T08:34:00.000-05:002007-08-05T08:34:00.000-05:00Well I made a long story short.I explained what I ...Well I made a long story short.<BR/><BR/>I explained what I wanted several times and she never did get it. We finally had to find the old retired-from-construction tool-department guy who knew exactly what I was talking about. Unfotunately they were out of stock. It took half an hour to find that out. So I never went back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32281953.post-81711978858165859722007-08-03T10:34:00.000-05:002007-08-03T10:34:00.000-05:00LB - Hilarious. Although, did you exclude the pos...LB - Hilarious. <BR/><BR/>Although, did you exclude the possibillty that the dim-bulb was really playing you, and was actually making a Shakespeare-level play on words?School Master Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08698932512420895256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32281953.post-938636433527017502007-08-03T10:24:00.000-05:002007-08-03T10:24:00.000-05:00Be very very glad. I usually get the dim bulb teen...Be very very glad. I usually get the dim bulb teenager who can't figure out the <I>price</I> on the mulch, never mind make a joke about it.<BR/><BR/>I've gotten to the point where I very carefully examine the integrity of the bar codes before I put an item in my cart. With a missing bar code, telling the trained monkey at checkout you've got a 1/2"x6" pipe nipple just gets you a dirty look while they try and decide whether to call the manager to get you thrown out.<BR/><BR/>Twenty years ago I needed to sharpen a knife so I went in to the Sears tool department and asked the dim bulb teenager for a "whetstone". As Vivien Leigh is my witness she, with a puzzled look, said "You want a whatstone?" I left and never went back.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com