Some genius tells me to get smaller boxes so I can empty this bigger box into smaller boxes, making it less heavy.
I think he is a problem-solver of some sort.
When I go to the store, which is as little as I can, I always ask for a smaller box.
I have yet to bring one home because they put them on the bottom rung of my cart. I don't remember to take them off the bottom of the cart because they don't tawk. If they would learn English, then I would be okay. They could yell up to me and say, "hey, you fool, take me home."
I am the only one who returns my cart to where it belongs. Imagine that? So, right before the garage sale, I am returning my cart to its proper place when I see THE BOX!!
Ya had to see me. omg, that guy has my box.
"OH, SIR, YOU HAVE MY BOX. I NEED MY BOX. PLEASE GIVE ME MY BOX BACK."
Seriously? I was wondering why the man was laughing so hard. One of the few around here whose age is less than 103.
At least he could hear me. Oh yes indeedy, we sure have a lot folks here who can't hear shid.
In my case, that is a very good thing!
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
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