Michelle Obama shops there incognito.
At one point in our lives, both my girl and I were cashiers at this fine red establishment. Times we'd rather forget, but it's a part of who we are. For me, it was over 10 years ago. For her, it was about 2.
During her time (and still active now), the cashiers get to play a little game on their cash registers. They get rated by the speed of their transaction, and either get a G for 'Green' or a R for 'Red.' Greens are good, and you're supposed to have a certain percentage of G's by the end of the day...
...or it gets the hose again...
|This is how the screen looks. You've probably seen it...|
Well, my girl and I were shopping at Target not too long ago, and went to check out. I like to peek at this screen from time to time, and if the cashier is an ass, make them get an R. After all, if you piss my off, I should be able to fuck up your stats, right?
Well, this guy didn't need my help. At the end of the transaction he got a G from us, but his screen read:
Now say that aloud... I'll wait....
THIS is what I had in my head for the rest of the evening. If you know what it sounds like know, you'll see why this is funny to me.
It sounds... like a murloc.
If you're not one of the 14 million who have played World of Warcraft, a murloc is an annoying little monster that tries to kill you. Its warcry is "GRRRGRMRRRGRMRGRRRMRRR!" which is very similar to that dude's Target score.
I haven't played WoW in about 2ish years, but I laughed at this. I gurgled and mrrgled to my gf's chagrin (she's a former player too) and all she could do is roll her eyes.
I wanted to go back into the store, take this guy out, and see if he dropped any phat loot. But I didn't want to get arrested...
For those WoWheads out there, I'll leave you with this song. Have a great weekend! GRRRGRMRRRGRMRGRRRMRRR!