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WallyWorld, Snowstorms, Car Accidents, and a Cell Phone in the Washer When I arrived at work at 4am this morning, it looked like the store had been hit by a tornado. Dang! What happened to all the products that I stocked yesterday. I strightened out the mess and started restocking. When my boss came in at a much more reasonable hour, I commented about the mess. "This always happened before a big storm," he replied. The customers go on a buying frenzy. A few hours later, my unoffical boss came in. He lives in West Virginia where the snow gets really bad. He commented on how the West Virginians always make it to work while the locals call in during bad weather. I told him about the 40-something Wal-Mart Associates who called out during a little bitty icestorm in Texas. Texans don't know how to drive in adverse weather.  I ran into my two roommates at the store. One of them told me that if I got stuck to call her and she would come get me with her 4 Wheel Drive. I was telling my unofficial boss that my car might stay overnight because my friend would get me in a four wheeler. "Ah Ha! A Man with a Four Wheel! Go get him Girl," he says kiddingly. "I WISH it was a male friend. IF it was a male friend, I would call OUT because of the Weather on Monday." Both the boss and unoffical boss laughed. At one PM, I checked the parking lot debating on if I was going to call my roommate. My car was buried in snow but it looked like they were plowing the roads. I unburied the car, talked to God alot and slowly drove until I made it home. I got a call from my ex-husband telling me that he was involved in a car accident by the Crows Exit on I-64 in West Virginia. He was okay, his car is okay but his Girlfriend had to go to the hospital by ambulance. My thought was, "WTF is he doing driving his FireChicken in this kind of weather." Later on, I washed my Jeans with my cellphone in it - so I can't even call him.  Abracadabra  |
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Yeah! I check my phone this morning and it working. All expect the 7 which means I can't get into my voice mail. Darn! It could be worse. Abracadabra
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