Went to Tops to shop for Mom today. Managed to get everything, which was pretty awesome. Got home and Ma said I got the wrong size pop. Fuk. When you have "Pepsi 3 for $10" on the list, I'm assuming you want the size that's 10 bucks for 3... and you want 3. Not the size that's 3 for 11, and 1 of them. Too bad, deal with it. They'll get drunk.
And now my sis is filling out a job application and is asking me what info she should put in the blanks. No, I haven't applied there. No, I don't even work in that industry. If you need to find something out, you have a computer. You can go look it up yourself. I don't care if you've got ice on your knee - you went out and played volleyball, and you overdid it. You know you had surgery on your knee. It's your decision to mess it up and not take it easy.