A blog not worthy of a title

Word.
Ah, yet another attempt to procrastinate from that which is exam preparation. I owe this to my new blog buddy (and roommate) Crash and Burn Girl. If you haven't already, visit her domain. You won't be sorry.
Not only am i procrastinating from my academic studies, but also from the tedious event that is packing. I don't have far to go... once my exams are done I will just reside in my hometown of Hamilton for about a month until school resumes. But the process of packing, even if it's not for a tropical vacation is so mundane.

I'm procrastinating so much that I don't even have a blog topic in mind.
Here's one.
Do you say Boogers? Or Bugers?

haha like my penguin?


okay. enough of the fun and games. I do have a blog worth story.
Today I was at Michaels ( you know..the handy dandy craft store) with a couple of friends, and we were waiting in line at the checkout counter. The lines were not ridiculously long, but they had seemed to be moving like molasses. So, like any store, another employee kindly opened an additional till and announced that she would "help the next person in line". At that moment, a woman standing 3 people behind me and my friends, claimed the spot. " Oh good, i'm late for work" she said. And the employee helped the coustomer like she just didnt bypass 3 god damn people in the line.
Now this woman, wasnt just your ordinary late for work person. She was the bitchiest, most dreadful bus driver any St.Catharines person has ever had to deal with. If you're from around here you know who im talking about. Shes tall, with salt and pepper hair, eyes like ice. She looks at your bus pass so closely that one of these days i'm going to offer her a magnifying class. Shes an A class bully on the streets and apparently everywhere else too.
Why did this lady figure that because she was late for a shift, it was her duity to rudely cut into line and assume that it was her right to be first. I mean, i could have waited all day in that line, i had nothing better to do. But the point is, if you have to work -- why are you at Michaels when you should getting yourself to work? And why are you so friggin mean?
If you want to be a huge douche bag to the bratty university kids on the West Brock Commuter, FINE. But do me a favor and lay off the poor old women who are just trying to buy some craft supplies.
baaahumbug.