Random story of the day: A couple of years ago, I was shoppin' away at Target. I think my mom sent me to pick up some things since it is a lot easier for me to make a quick trip to the store than it is for her since she comes with a herd of wild animals children.
I was trying to find a lip to fit the rubbermaid container I wanted when this guy (who didn't appear to be an employee) came up to me and asked if I needed help finding anything. He was acting weird and attempting to be flirty, which is probably why I didn't understand the next thing he said at first.
Here's what I heard:
What he actually said:
Thankfully, he clarified his meaning when he saw the confused look on my face.
"I'm a stocker... I stock the shelves. It's my day off."
That makes much more sense, wouldn't you say? I love English...
(Just kidding... they really are pretty well-behaved kiddos :P) |
Here's what I heard:
"I'm a stalker."
What he actually said:
"I'm a stocker."
"I'm a stocker... I stock the shelves. It's my day off."
That makes much more sense, wouldn't you say? I love English...
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