I just got back from the grocery store. I bought a head of cabbage and a
pound of ground chuck.

The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
bagger.
He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then said,
"What was that?".

(I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what PLU
he put in)

The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.

I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."


He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."

I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but a
****ing head of cabbage?!?!"

We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.


TFM®

TFM® wrote:

> I just got back from the grocery store. I bought a head of cabbage
> and a pound of ground chuck.
>
> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
> bagger.
> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then
> said, "What was that?".
>
> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what
> PLU he put in)
>
> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>
> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>
>
> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>
> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip,
> but a ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>
> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.

Heh. He could be related to my ex-DH. If I sent the ex-DH to the store
for some iceburg lettuce, he'd come home with a cabbage.
--
Cheers
Chatty Cathy

ChattyCathy wrote:
>
> Heh. He could be related to my ex-DH. If I sent the ex-DH to the store
> for some iceburg lettuce, he'd come home with a cabbage.

Maybe this was his way to discourage requests
to pick up stuff at the store.

Mark Thorson wrote:

> ChattyCathy wrote:
>>
>> Heh. He could be related to my ex-DH. If I sent the ex-DH to the
>> store for some iceburg lettuce, he'd come home with a cabbage.
>
> Maybe this was his way to discourage requests
> to pick up stuff at the store.

Nah. He honestly didn't know the difference (just by looking). He did
admit that iceburg lettuce tasted 'a bit different' from cabbage, I'll
give him that. However, one can't always taste produce before buying,
and he never did...

Consequently, I (eventually) gave up putting lettuce on the shopping
list if he was going to the store.
--
Cheers
Chatty Cathy

On May 22, 3:12*pm, TFM® > wrote:
> I just got back from the grocery store. *I bought a head of cabbage and a
> pound of ground chuck.
>
> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
> bagger.
> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then said,
> "What was that?".
>
> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what PLU
> he put in)
>
> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>
> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>
> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>
> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but a
> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>
> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.
>
> TFM®

How old was the guy?

Tomatillos always throw 'em. Even the cashiers. Even some of the
younger females don't know a parsnip from a pineapple.

On Fri, 22 May 2009 15:12:44 -0400, TFM®
> wrote:

>I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but a
>****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>
>We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.

I hear ya', guy. I've stopped trying to tell the beep-guys
that the radicchio is NOT a red cabbage. (1) They really
don't give a damn, and (2) red cabbage is a Hell of a
lot cheaper. <G>

I guess that's my Hungarian side (beat the system!)
showing up.

For those of you who get it....

Some years back SWMBO and I were in Budapest,
shopping in a "super market". They had dawg food!
Mirabile dictu!

Anyway, they rent shopping carts there. 20 HUF, as
I recall. It's like the airports. You put the coin in and
the rack releases a cart. What I *didn't* know was
those Hungarians readily figured out a way to beat
the system. New Customers wait by the cart rack
until another customer is leaving his cart. Then
they give him/her the 20 HUF and take the cart.
When they later check out and prepare to leave
the store, they wait by the cart rack until a new
shopper comes in. They then regain their 20 HUF
and the store gets screwed.... again!

Gotta love it!

Alex, not ashamed there are Hungarians in his
background.

wrote:

> On May 22, 3:12*pm, TFM® > wrote:

> > The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.

> Tomatillos always throw 'em. Even the cashiers. Even some of the
> younger females don't know a parsnip from a pineapple.

Ginger root is a tough one for new cashiers. No PLU tag and it's not a
familiar item.




Brian

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On 22 May 2009 20:40:23 GMT, "Default User" >
wrote:

wrote:
>
>> On May 22, 3:12*pm, TFM® > wrote:
>
>> > The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>
>> Tomatillos always throw 'em. Even the cashiers. Even some of the
>> younger females don't know a parsnip from a pineapple.
>
>Ginger root is a tough one for new cashiers. No PLU tag and it's not a
>familiar item.
>
No lie! Sometimes my local market has galangal! See where this is
going? "What the hell's this? Ginger, I guess..)

When I get to that Asian market, those checkout ladies (whose
English is marginal at best) *never* misidentify the produce.

For obvious reasons.

Alex, who can't read Chinese (in any form) nor Vietnamese.
This is, by some cooks, considered a disability. Can I get a
check?

Alex wrote:

>> Ginger root is a tough one for new cashiers. No PLU tag and it's not a
>> familiar item.
>>
> No lie! Sometimes my local market has galangal! See where this is
> going? "What the hell's this? Ginger, I guess..)

I bought galangal the other day. The cashier said, "Is this a Jerusalem
artichoke?"

Bob

On Fri, 22 May 2009 13:57:58 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> wrote:

>Alex wrote:
>
>>> Ginger root is a tough one for new cashiers. No PLU tag and it's not a
>>> familiar item.
>>>
>> No lie! Sometimes my local market has galangal! See where this is
>> going? "What the hell's this? Ginger, I guess..)
>
>I bought galangal the other day. The cashier said, "Is this a Jerusalem
>artichoke?"
>
>Bob
>
Um, an understandable mistake.... sort of.

having grown both, I can see the newbies's
confusion. He's neither grown nor eaten either.
these kids are ignorant.

Alex, *trying* to be tolerant of those who do not know..

> wrote

>> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>>
>> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>>
>> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>>
>> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but
>> a
>> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>>
>> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.
>>
>> TFM®
>
> How old was the guy?

Rough guess would put him at 23.
Too old to be that ignorant.

TFM®

"Chemiker" > wrote in message
...
> On 22 May 2009 20:40:23 GMT, "Default User" >
> wrote:
>
wrote:
>>
>>> On May 22, 3:12 pm, TFM® > wrote:
>>
>>> > The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>>
>>> Tomatillos always throw 'em. Even the cashiers. Even some of the
>>> younger females don't know a parsnip from a pineapple.
>>
>>Ginger root is a tough one for new cashiers. No PLU tag and it's not a
>>familiar item.
>>
> No lie! Sometimes my local market has galangal! See where this is
> going? "What the hell's this? Ginger, I guess..)
>
> When I get to that Asian market, those checkout ladies (whose
> English is marginal at best) *never* misidentify the produce.
>
> For obvious reasons.
>
> Alex, who can't read Chinese (in any form) nor Vietnamese.
> This is, by some cooks, considered a disability. Can I get a
> check?

It's in the mail

TFM®

"Bob Terwilliger" > wrote in message
...
> Alex wrote:
>
>>> Ginger root is a tough one for new cashiers. No PLU tag and it's not a
>>> familiar item.
>>>
>> No lie! Sometimes my local market has galangal! See where this is
>> going? "What the hell's this? Ginger, I guess..)
>
> I bought galangal the other day. The cashier said, "Is this a Jerusalem
> artichoke?"


I must defer to my own ignorance at this point.

I lose, I'm taking off all my clothes.

TFM®

"Chemiker" > wrote

> Alex, not ashamed there are Hungarians in his
> background.

I worked with a Hungarian who spoke very limited American. He was an asscan
full of laughs every day.

Who really gives a shit where anybody's from? My 27th great grandfather
killed the ****in' king of England.
I showed the documentation to a superintendant at work, he read it and said,
"sounds like a common thug to me."

I'm related to Anglish assassins and thugs.

Here we are, here we live. Have a good time while we're here.

TFM®

"Chemiker" > wrote


> No one speaks badly of the Communist Partry, now under a
> different name, because they know that people keep notes.
> Maybe they'll be back someday, with their
>
> We have never seen this here, but it's closer now.....


I would save this for posterity, but I don't think they'll use the same file
format. <G>

TFM®

TFM® wrote:

>> I bought galangal the other day. The cashier said, "Is this a Jerusalem
>> artichoke?"
>
>
> I must defer to my own ignorance at this point.
>
> I lose, I'm taking off all my clothes.

Then we *all* lose!

Bob

On Fri, 22 May 2009 14:51:26 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> wrote:

>TFM® wrote:
>
>>> I bought galangal the other day. The cashier said, "Is this a Jerusalem
>>> artichoke?"
>>
>>
>> I must defer to my own ignorance at this point.
>>
>> I lose, I'm taking off all my clothes.
>
>Then we *all* lose!

Dunno about that ... I've spoken with Christy ...

Carol

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On May 22, 5:18*pm, TFM®
> Rough guess would put him at 23.
> Too old to be that ignorant.
>
> TFM®

Not when you've been living on a fast food diet and Mama was no cook
either.

I got home once and noticed that radicchio had been rung up as red
cabbage - and it was a middle aged female cashier. So, it ain't just
the young males who don't know much about produce.

"Damsel" > wrote in message
news
> On Fri, 22 May 2009 14:51:26 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> > wrote:
>
>>TFM® wrote:
>>
>>>> I bought galangal the other day. The cashier said, "Is this a Jerusalem
>>>> artichoke?"
>>>
>>>
>>> I must defer to my own ignorance at this point.
>>>
>>> I lose, I'm taking off all my clothes.
>>
>>Then we *all* lose!
>
> Dunno about that ... I've spoken with Christy ...
>
> Carol


Well, I just don't know what to say in reply to that.

TFM®

On Fri, 22 May 2009 19:22:26 -0400, TFM®
> wrote:

>"Damsel" > wrote in message
>news
>> On Fri, 22 May 2009 14:51:26 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
>> > wrote:
>>
>>>TFM® wrote:
>>>
>>>>> I bought galangal the other day. The cashier said, "Is this a Jerusalem
>>>>> artichoke?"
>>>>
>>>> I must defer to my own ignorance at this point.
>>>>
>>>> I lose, I'm taking off all my clothes.
>>>
>>>Then we *all* lose!
>>
>> Dunno about that ... I've spoken with Christy ...
>
>Well, I just don't know what to say in reply to that.

Just smile.

Carol, giggling

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In article > ,
TFM® > wrote:

> I just got back from the grocery store. I bought a head of cabbage and a
> pound of ground chuck.
>
> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
> bagger.
> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then said,
> "What was that?".
>
> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what PLU
> he put in)
>
> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>
> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>
>
> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>
> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but a
> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>
> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.
>
>
> TFM®

<laughs> Bet you 10 to 1 they don't know it grows as a plant. :-)

Someone sent me this by e-mail:

http://i44.tinypic.com/29erxw2.jpg

You are correct. We are doomed!
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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
-- Anon.


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In article >,
Damsel > wrote:

> On Fri, 22 May 2009 14:51:26 -0700, "Bob Terwilliger"
> > wrote:
>
> >TFM® wrote:
> >
> >>> I bought galangal the other day. The cashier said, "Is this a Jerusalem
> >>> artichoke?"
> >>
> >>
> >> I must defer to my own ignorance at this point.
> >>
> >> I lose, I'm taking off all my clothes.
> >
> >Then we *all* lose!
>
> Dunno about that ... I've spoken with Christy ...
>
> Carol

Indeed. :-)
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Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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Hey TFD,

Where in are you from in Tennessee? My husband and I are from a teeny
little town in the very southeastern corner of Tenn, Ga and NC. We have
lived in South Carolina for 30 years, but still have good friends and
relatives from Tn.

Libby

On Fri, 22 May 2009 19:17:15 -0500, Omelet >
wrote:

>Someone sent me this by e-mail:
>
>http://i44.tinypic.com/29erxw2.jpg
>
>You are correct. We are doomed!

Oh. My. God.

"Fred/Libby Barclay" > wrote in message
...
>
> Hey TFD,
>
> Where in are you from in Tennessee? My husband and I are from a teeny
> little town in the very southeastern corner of Tenn, Ga and NC. We have
> lived in South Carolina for 30 years, but still have good friends and
> relatives from Tn.


I spent about 18 years in Robertson county in a little burg called Pleasant
View. 37146 to be exact.
Technically, Pleasant View was and is in Cheatham county, but I didn't live
in the city. I was way out in the woods.

Sometimes I wish I still lived there, but that place doesn't exist anymore.

Retrospective tonight,
TFM®

"Omelet" > wrote in message
news
> In article > ,
> TFM® > wrote:
>
>> I just got back from the grocery store. I bought a head of cabbage and a
>> pound of ground chuck.
>>
>> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
>> bagger.
>> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then
>> said,
>> "What was that?".
>>
>> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what
>> PLU
>> he put in)
>>
>> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>>
>> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>>
>>
>> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>>
>> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but
>> a
>> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>>
>> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.
>>
>>
>> TFM®
>
> <laughs> Bet you 10 to 1 they don't know it grows as a plant. :-)
>
> Someone sent me this by e-mail:
>
> http://i44.tinypic.com/29erxw2.jpg
>
> You are correct. We are doomed!


I reckon we've all been doomed for quite some time.
I am partaking of the juniper bush and studying to fail any future drug test
concerning thc.

"Is that a head of cabbage?"

"Nope. It's a pancake bunny."


TFM®

In article >,
Damsel > wrote:

> On Fri, 22 May 2009 19:17:15 -0500, Omelet >
> wrote:
>
> >Someone sent me this by e-mail:
> >
> >http://i44.tinypic.com/29erxw2.jpg
> >
> >You are correct. We are doomed!
>
> Oh. My. God.

<laughs>

The scary thing is is that these people _vote_.
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It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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In article > ,
TFM® > wrote:

> "Omelet" > wrote in message
> news
> > In article > ,
> > TFM® > wrote:
> >
> >> I just got back from the grocery store. I bought a head of cabbage and a
> >> pound of ground chuck.
> >>
> >> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
> >> bagger.
> >> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then
> >> said,
> >> "What was that?".
> >>
> >> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what
> >> PLU
> >> he put in)
> >>
> >> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
> >>
> >> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
> >>
> >>
> >> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
> >>
> >> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but
> >> a
> >> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
> >>
> >> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.
> >>
> >>
> >> TFM®
> >
> > <laughs> Bet you 10 to 1 they don't know it grows as a plant. :-)
> >
> > Someone sent me this by e-mail:
> >
> > http://i44.tinypic.com/29erxw2.jpg
> >
> > You are correct. We are doomed!
>
>
> I reckon we've all been doomed for quite some time.
> I am partaking of the juniper bush and studying to fail any future drug test
> concerning thc.
>
> "Is that a head of cabbage?"
>
> "Nope. It's a pancake bunny."
>
>
> TFM®

Mm, I'd join you getting stoned like that if I did not have to go to
work shortly. <g>

But, it is Friday...
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It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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wrote:


> I got home once and noticed that radicchio had been rung up as red
> cabbage - and it was a middle aged female cashier.

Yup. I've had that happen a couple of times. Had leeks turn up as
green onions once, too.

"Omelet" > wrote in message
news
> In article > ,
> TFM® > wrote:
>
>> "Omelet" > wrote in message
>> news
>> > In article > ,
>> > TFM® > wrote:
>> >
>> >> I just got back from the grocery store. I bought a head of cabbage
>> >> and a
>> >> pound of ground chuck.
>> >>
>> >> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
>> >> bagger.
>> >> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then
>> >> said,
>> >> "What was that?".
>> >>
>> >> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what
>> >> PLU
>> >> he put in)
>> >>
>> >> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>> >>
>> >> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>> >>
>> >> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip,
>> >> but
>> >> a
>> >> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>> >>
>> >> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.
>> >>
>> >>
>> >> TFM®
>> >
>> > <laughs> Bet you 10 to 1 they don't know it grows as a plant. :-)
>> >
>> > Someone sent me this by e-mail:
>> >
>> > http://i44.tinypic.com/29erxw2.jpg
>> >
>> > You are correct. We are doomed!
>>
>>
>> I reckon we've all been doomed for quite some time.
>> I am partaking of the juniper bush and studying to fail any future drug
>> test
>> concerning thc.
>>
>> "Is that a head of cabbage?"
>>
>> "Nope. It's a pancake bunny."
>>
>>
>> TFM®
>
> Mm, I'd join you getting stoned like that if I did not have to go to
> work shortly. <g>
>
> But, it is Friday...


Toke on. I'm baked. Uncle Nasty left the pipe over here a week ago with a
hillbilly bowl full.

TFM®

On Fri, 22 May 2009 21:24:54 +0200, ChattyCathy
> wrote:

>Heh. He could be related to my ex-DH. If I sent the ex-DH to the store
>for some iceburg lettuce, he'd come home with a cabbage.

Now *that* I believe. The other story is a little too surreal.

--
I love cooking with wine.
Sometimes I even put it in the food.

On Fri, 22 May 2009 21:53:16 +0200, ChattyCathy
> wrote:

>
>Consequently, I (eventually) gave up putting lettuce on the shopping
>list if he was going to the store.

I guess he didn't believe in reading shelf labels or asking the
grocers either.


--
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Sometimes I even put it in the food.

On Fri, 22 May 2009 19:22:26 -0400, TFM®
> wrote:
>
>"Damsel" > wrote in message
>>>>
>>>> I lose, I'm taking off all my clothes.
>>>
>>>Then we *all* lose!
>>
>> Dunno about that ... I've spoken with Christy ...
>>
>> Carol
>
>
>Well, I just don't know what to say in reply to that.
>
Sounds like you're "a hunk, a hunkuh burnin' love"!
Christy was quite the romantic. LOL


--
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Sometimes I even put it in the food.

"TFM®" > wrote in message
. com...
> I just got back from the grocery store. I bought a head of cabbage and a
> pound of ground chuck.
>
> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
> bagger.
> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then
> said, "What was that?".
>
> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what PLU
> he put in)
>
> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>
> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>
>
> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>
> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but a
> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>
> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.

Cabbage is what our poor immigrant great-grandparents ate in the old country
because it was cheap and plentiful, what our grandparents overcooked and
forced our parents to eat because it was cheap and plentiful, and what our
parents swore they would never eat again if they didn't have to and never
cooked for us.
Cabbage is seen as a poor-persons vegetable, and people shunned it in the
post-WWII time of prosperity, and no one ever learned to cook it properly.
Cabbage is a labor-intensive plant, both to grow and to prepare for eating.
Young people don't care to do all that.

On Sat, 23 May 2009 02:01:59 -0400, "dejablues"
> wrote:

>Cabbage is what our poor immigrant great-grandparents ate in the old country
>because it was cheap and plentiful, what our grandparents overcooked and
>forced our parents to eat because it was cheap and plentiful, and what our
>parents swore they would never eat again if they didn't have to and never
>cooked for us.
>Cabbage is seen as a poor-persons vegetable, and people shunned it in the
>post-WWII time of prosperity, and no one ever learned to cook it properly.
>Cabbage is a labor-intensive plant, both to grow and to prepare for eating.
>Young people don't care to do all that.

Mom cooked cabbage until it was so soft, it activated my gag reflex. A
lot of her vegetables did that. I remember when she discovered
tender-crisp carrots. Suddenly, they became edible! Most other
things continued to be three minutes of cooking short of becoming
cream of whatever soup.

I love cabbage sauteed briefly in olive oil and butter, then salted,
peppered, and devoured.

Carol

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"TFM®" > wrote in message
. com...
>I just got back from the grocery store. I bought a head of cabbage and a
>pound of ground chuck.
>
> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
> bagger.
> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then
> said, "What was that?".
>
> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what PLU
> he put in)
>
> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>
> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>
>
> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>
> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but a
> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>
> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.
>
>
> TFM®

If it doesn't have an SKU number on it-forget it. It could be a potato or an
elephant.
As long as the digital register doesn't break or forget to tell the checker
how much change to give out.

I recently went to a fast food joint. The register was on the frtiz. I paid
for a $5 meal with a $20 bill. The cashier stood there for a couple of
minutes looking at the dead register, then gave me change for $100 bill.

I took it back when the manager showed up. I was told that the cashier
didn't speak English. Apparently she couldn't count in a base ten system
either.

"Omelet" > wrote in message
news
> In article >,
> Damsel > wrote:
>
>> On Fri, 22 May 2009 19:17:15 -0500, Omelet >
>> wrote:
>>
>> >Someone sent me this by e-mail:
>> >
>> >http://i44.tinypic.com/29erxw2.jpg
>> >
>> >You are correct. We are doomed!
>>
>> Oh. My. God.
>
> <laughs>
>
> The scary thing is is that these people _vote_.
> --
> Peace! Om
>

The scarier thing is that they reproduce.

"Damsel" > wrote in message
...
> On Sat, 23 May 2009 02:01:59 -0400, "dejablues"
> > wrote:
>
>>Cabbage is what our poor immigrant great-grandparents ate in the old
>>country
>>because it was cheap and plentiful, what our grandparents overcooked and
>>forced our parents to eat because it was cheap and plentiful, and what our
>>parents swore they would never eat again if they didn't have to and never
>>cooked for us.
>>Cabbage is seen as a poor-persons vegetable, and people shunned it in the
>>post-WWII time of prosperity, and no one ever learned to cook it properly.
>>Cabbage is a labor-intensive plant, both to grow and to prepare for
>>eating.
>>Young people don't care to do all that.
>
> Mom cooked cabbage until it was so soft, it activated my gag reflex. A
> lot of her vegetables did that.

Was she German? The Germans seem to do that a lot-to almost anything
identified as a vegetable.

On May 22, 3:12*pm, TFM® > wrote:
> I just got back from the grocery store. *I bought a head of cabbage and a
> pound of ground chuck.
>
> The cashier scanned the mystery meat and sent it down the line to the
> bagger.
> He put the head of cabbage on the scale, passed it to the bagger, then said,
> "What was that?".
>
> (I need to check my receipt at this point, because I have no idea what PLU
> he put in)
>
> The bag wench laughed and told him it was cabbage.
>
> I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a potato."
>
> He said, "I'm so embarrassed right now."
>
> I said, "Dude, I could understand if it was a rutabaga or a parsnip, but a
> ****ing head of cabbage?!?!"
>
> We're ****ing doomed, people, doomed I say.
>
> TFM®

That's why if one has children, it's worth it to take the time and
effort (and willpower and wontpower) to drag them shopping and through
the kitchen at meal prep time.

After my daughter told me she didn't like the barley in my vegetable
soup, I made the soup without the barley. She wouldn't eat it because
the "barley" was still there...it had morphed into lima beans! I drag
her kicking and screaming into the kitchen when there's cooking going
on, just to be certain she can feed herself on more than ramen and
instant mac&cheese.

maxine in ri

On May 22, 3:53*pm, ChattyCathy > wrote:
> Mark Thorson wrote:
> > ChattyCathy wrote:
>
> >> Heh. He could be related to my ex-DH. If I sent the ex-DH to the
> >> store for some iceburg lettuce, he'd come home with a cabbage.
>
> > Maybe this was his way to discourage requests
> > to pick up stuff at the store.
>
> Nah. He honestly didn't know the difference (just by looking). He did
> admit that iceburg lettuce tasted 'a bit different' from cabbage, I'll
> give him that. However, one can't always taste produce before buying,
> and he never did...
>
> Consequently, I (eventually) gave up putting lettuce on the shopping
> list if he was going to the store.

Give him a break. There are times when I still come home with
cilantro instead of parsley.

maxine in ri