Me: “Looking for fettuccine, can’t find it.”
Cashier Lady: “Wuts dat?”
Me: [sad] “Fat sketi.”
Cashier Lady: “Aisle 3, all the way back, on the left.”
This is why I speak poorly; I don’t like repeating myself. Nobody can understand me if I speak properly, so why bother? It just wastes my time… I have to speak a language that they can understand or it becomes a clusterfuck. While I do tend to be a Grammar Nazi and try to be proper, I spend most of my life in a state of being so horribly frustrated with other peoples’ stupidity that I don’t bother. They can’t tell the difference anyway. They can’t even understand it…
12 items or WHAT?