Bobby's Girl’s blog

my heart is in love with fingerless gloves. i'm so excited that it is "winter" in AZ and not-so-hot anymore so you can accessorize with such a gloriously cute item. american eagle has some darling fingerless gloves that i am currently goo-goo over. so what if i look like a little bag lady? they are just too darn/garbage-lady-with style/cute peeking out from underneath a long sleeved jacket or living loudly on their own with a short-sleeved t-shirt.

i'm so hooked that i want one in each color. for now my closet must be content with a single pair:

you know you love 'em. deep, deep down inside all of us we all just want to be little hobos. okay, maybe that is just me. so if you see me rocking them, don't make fun of me too much. at least these are better than the multi-layered-multi-colored socks i once sported as a wee girl.

We thought heading to the State Fair last week was daring. Try shopping at Fry's out in AJ around 11 pm on any given Saturday night. It makes the State Fair look like a walk through Kierland Commons. Okay, not quite, but really, really close. In order to fully explain, you have to know my ongoing saga with Fry's that has stemmed since I was little...

I would often voice my distaste for grocery shopping at Fry's. I admit that I was a little grocery-store snob. I would brag whenever we shopped at ABCO and try to deny the fact that we ever stepped foot in a Fry's. Recently,  I have made amends with my past and started shopping at Fry's again. I have realized the fruits of saving $$ grocery shopping and Fry's has killer deals.

It was one such deal that brought my friend Mandy and I to Fry's doorstep this past Saturday night.

Bobby and I had gone over to Brian & Mandy's to catch the late Sun's game. Mandy and I decided to head to Fry's to cash in on their awesome Coke promotion--if you buy 4 participating products you get a voucher for two free Suns tickets. The closest Fry's to their house was a bit aways and is out in the middle of AJ. Picture this: your average Arizona strip center--but with the spin of drabness that only the well-worn AJ can bring.

We clutched our purses closely to us and entered the aging store. As we stacked our cart with our goodies, our noses were greeted with stale smoke and a "Do you ladies need any help?" The question came not from the spaced-out box boy (who could not tell us where much of anything was in the messy store), but from another shopper. We politely told the southern-accent-Miller-Light toting guy and his girlfriend/sister/wife/friend/perhaps all rolled into one chain-smoking-girl--it is AJ people!--no thanks and headed to check out. The reason he offered his help was that our cart was partially blocking the aisle that housed the hard liquor that his arms soon supported. Why did Dasani water and liquor have to share the same aisle?!

In order to insure that we would indeed receive the voucher for the Suns tickets, we checked with the middle-aged woman manning the cashier post. Keep in mind that we know people that just did this deal and it totally worked for them. Here is where the fun begins...

Mandy: "Did we grab the correct items for this offer?" (hands cashier newspaper ad, shows the cashier Mandy's four items of coke products and mine).

Mood-Swing-Cashier: "Sure..."

Mood Swing Cashier: "WAIT! The ad says you have to buy the items between October 24 and November 24. So that means you have to buy the items on either Oct. 24th or on Nov. 24. So this offer won't work for you."

Mandy: "It says between those two dates, not on."

Mood Swing Cashier:"It's not gonna work. I've never seen it work. Nothings gonna print out. You have to come back on those dates to get the voucher, but buy the stuff today."

Me: "So you're telling us we have to buy the items now and then come back and buy the items later as well... and then get the voucher. The ad says that you get the voucher when you purchase the correct items, not at a later time."

We also point out that the voucher is good for a Suns game on Nov. 17th thus defeating the cashier's argument of returning on Nov. 24th.

Mandy decides to just check out and see what happens, she has two sets of items that differ from mine, but they are also listed in the ad. It didn't work. All she gets is a coupon for more Coke products. Ah-uh you think, the Mood Swing Cashier was right and we were wrong. Nope. I check out with my four coke products and it totally works and the voucher prints out with my receipt.

Mandy asks to return her items and goes to get the correct items. You would have thought she asked to cashier to purchase the Suns tickets herself out of her Fry's paycheck. The cashier waits a few moments and then snarls at me to "go tell your friend I'm closing my register. She'll have to get another cashier to help her."

Mandy returns and heads to the other open register. All of the sudden, Mood Swing Cashier jumps behind the other cashier to handle Mandy's return.

Trying to decide whether the cashier is being humorous or just plain pyshco, we try not to laugh as the normal cashier looks alarmed as she can't move in the tight space. We soon realize that Normal Cashier does not like us either. And whispers to her friend, as they are now smooshed together, "The other one didn't pay for her coke." Meaning me! Who has my reciept in my hand. And was literally one asile over mere seconds ago.

Mood Swing Cashier ignores Normal Cashier and grabs Mandy's reciept from her hand. She barks, "Give me back that coupon that printed out with your first order. If you use it, you're cheating!"

Brave Mandy responds, "How am I cheating if I use it?"

Mood Swing Cashier: "You just are. Cheating... Cheating...Cheating"

Braver Mandy: "What are you going to do with the coupon?"

Mood Swing Cashier: Laughs. "Throw it out." Laughs more heartily.

But then, as if changing into a nicer character, she softly takes the coupon and gently trys to scan it. It does not scan and she laughs.

"See I told you you're cheating," she says in a sing-song voice and then proceeds to scan the same coupon again! This time it works and she still smiles--but with just her lips and not her eyes.

Moments later Mandy's voucher prints out. We say thank you. Mood Swing Cashier and Normal Cashier are still squeezed together in the tight space. We sprint to the safety of our car before the cashiers can unlock themselves from their narrow quarters. This would never have happened at an ABCO!

Okay, so after spending what some would equate as a small, shallow lifetime on Myspace, I feel that I do not know how to manage Vox. Did Myspace dumb me down?

Granted we use Myspace almost everyday to get the word out about Typecast. And much love goes to all of our little peeps and especially our street crew who was born off Myspace. But there is something about this here blog-site that is definitely more sophisticated --more Chai-latte with nonfat soy milk rather than the 99 cent slur-pee from the neighborhood 7-11 that Myspace most definitely is... but like most addicts, my transition to sophistication won't come easily. What about all my friends that still linger on Myspace? Will I miss out on comments? Haha, now these questions are just being silly. But maybe a small part of me wants the best of both worlds.

Afterall I am the girl that went to the state fair and ate a corn dog while complaining about how white trash certian aspects were!