tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post1966700301607158264..comments2009-12-07T08:32:48.764-07:00Childfree Chickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11624730662563056456noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-7810126197500435582009-12-07T02:00:27.084-07:002009-12-07T02:00:27.084-07:00this is most likely the mothers version of &quot;home skooling&quot;. you know, that lame excuse for extending your freeloading sahm gig for a few more years? she most likely does this once or twice a day to cover the &quot;home skooling&quot; B.S. the rest of the day is most likley spent at the mall, blabbing with other free loaders, or joining the herd of sahm sheep at starbucks.Dianehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14211386709229488638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-84084691661136928222008-07-08T12:26:00.000-07:002008-07-08T12:26:00.000-07:00It seems that EVERYwhere is inconsiderate-breeder central. You can't go anywhere without dealing with the little assfucks. I hate it. I stay here as much as possible, in my nice, CF, three kitty home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-52644515071831632102008-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:002008-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:00Is it just me or is Target inconsiderate-breeder central? Every single time I go in there I spend the whole time dodging strollers that take up the whole fucking aisle, navigating around groups of mommies who treat trips to Target as social outings, plugging my ears to drown out the endless screeching, and trying not to run over clueless wandering children. <BR/><BR/>Every trip makes my ovaries shrivel up a little more.NY Profnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-53801241209575798002008-04-22T04:28:00.000-07:002008-04-22T04:28:00.000-07:00Freakin' hilarious!! I would have been so pissed too. I too would have said something. Let little Jenny learn how to count her toes on your own time. I hate women with kids who act like the world has to care that they have a little brat in tow... I LOVE being CHILDFREE and will remain as such forever!!! Having chldren aint for everybody<BR/><BR/>Def gonna tag you and visit often...RunGirl.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09948201346542849260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-5560668846455224002008-04-19T21:05:00.000-07:002008-04-19T21:05:00.000-07:00Boy, I hear you on this one!<BR/>I was in the ATM line at the bank and you guessed it...some yuppie breeder duh decides to teach Snowflayke how to use the fucking ATM..mind you, there was only one terminal working, and you can bet I gave that guy a nasty look. <BR/><BR/>WTF is with people?AlphaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029043199913662141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-91514177137214543762008-04-15T20:12:00.000-07:002008-04-15T20:12:00.000-07:00Two words for this moo: PLAY MONEY. Buy some for 1 fucking dollar at the damn Dollar Tree and teach "genius" there how to count money so when she spends the rest of her life counting change for customer at McFucktard's, she'll actually get it right. /rantstrawberry muffinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-86028205077692514112008-04-13T13:13:00.000-07:002008-04-13T13:13:00.000-07:00miko: I would never let a kid pull a stunt on me like that... at least... not more than once. <BR/><BR/>*evil cackle*Miss Qnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-8407357761291583702008-04-13T06:50:00.000-07:002008-04-13T06:50:00.000-07:00Or what about the stupid breeder bitch who thought it was soooo cute to let her little shit press EVERY SINGLE FUCKING BUTTON in the elevator? That happened to me recently, when I was in a hurry to get to work. <BR/><BR/>Kudos on you for saying something.Mikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05410781872502597824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-76719757247962654122008-04-12T03:49:00.000-07:002008-04-12T03:49:00.000-07:00Seems to be a common problem these days. I usually tell them to factor in my bill when they are adding up. I invoice for my time and they are wasting it so they need to work out how much to pay me.CF in UKnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-29521003410980313322008-04-11T19:40:00.000-07:002008-04-11T19:40:00.000-07:00Fuck. this shit drives me the fuck nuts, and I've been on both ends. I've been both a customer and a cashier, and I've had to deal with this shit.<BR/><BR/>It's harder to deal with these breeders as a cashier, because *the customer is always right*, and we're not supposed to say shit to customers that they won't like.<BR/><BR/>Way, way back in the Stone age, when I was a sprog, I learned IN SCHOOL how to count money. Not at the bloody store. I remember having this workbook with pictures of pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, and exercises about making change. It worked well enough for me and other kids of my generation.<BR/><BR/>I agree 100% with what miss q said above.Christinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08903703336334058974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-23116160853637977592008-04-11T15:20:00.000-07:002008-04-11T15:20:00.000-07:00I know exactly what you mean. This happened to me a few months ago at Sprawl-Mart. I didn't say anything to the moo, but after she left and I got up to the cashier, the cashier says to me, "wasn't that cute?" I told her, "no, not when it's holding up a line of people." Oh boy did the cashier give me a nasty look. She was a total bitch to me the whole transaction. Didn't even get a 'have a nice day' at the end. BTW, when I got in line there was only 3 or 4 registers open with about 4-5 people each. So much for keeping the customers moving through.Carlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13559645539550344258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-30540017301293362162008-04-10T15:21:00.000-07:002008-04-10T15:21:00.000-07:00hahahah....that happened to me at the grocery store a few months ago..except it was TRIPLETS who each had their own fucking little grocery cart and each took a turn putting the shit on the roller and paying the cashier. They were maybe 5. I was curious how long it took. A total of 15 mins. I got fed up after the 2nd one and told the mother to move it along and got the same look of death. As if I give a fuck. My childfree ass is scheduled to get a tubal ligation tomorrow and i am soooo excited. I figured I'd read this blog to get myself psyched up!! Love the blog!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-82165581226209667102008-04-10T13:57:00.000-07:002008-04-10T13:57:00.000-07:00I hate it when breeders do that. They don't want to teach their kid how to count money: they want to show off how adoooorraaable Junior is (like a complete stranger cares...). If it was about learning, they could have tought the kid at home. No, this was just a level 3 case of attention whoring.Miss Qnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-78269414652014891252008-04-10T10:50:00.000-07:002008-04-10T10:50:00.000-07:00I too was shopping at Target, in a hurry on my way to a doctor's appointment yesterday. Weird.<BR/><BR/>I didn't have to wait for some crazy moo to teach her kid life basics, but somewhere near the beauty aisle, someone's devilspawn could be heard shrieking like someone was cutting its effing head off. My ears rang. Why do kids have to scream like that??? FUCK! It makes my eyes water.giveagirlabreakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03993656676806544571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093978464674201909.post-15347317393072693222008-04-10T08:27:00.000-07:002008-04-10T08:27:00.000-07:00Did anyone else voice their annoyance or were you the only one vocal about it?Mrs. Ogrenoreply@blogger.com