Story #3 - February 29, 2012

When I was in 4th grade,  I got into a fight with my brother. Fist fight, I should add.  After a few moments of going at it, he jumps up and grabs a large fish hook that we were looking at, in the living room, and slams it into my arm, getting stuck into the muscle. I had to go to the doctor to have it removed. They had to tug at it for a good 3-4 mins before it finally popped out. My brother's punishment was having to sit on the bench at his double header ball game that night, which was the worst thing my mom could do to him, supposedly. He cried like a baby and said it wasn't fair, and even cried as he sat on the bench and couldn't play.

TL:DR - Brother was batshit insane as a kid.

Story #2 - Febraury 28, 2012

When I was little, like pre-kindergarten age, I used to eat eggs. I liked scrambled eggs and would eat them for breakfast quite often.  Then, one day, my mom served us canned Raviolis for breakfast instead of eggs. After that day, I have hated eggs with a passion, and refuse most things that are predominately eggs.

TL;DR - I am a fickle, picky bastard.

Story #1 -February 27, 2012

Yesterday at work, I had to dispose of a pallet of cucumbers that had gone bad; some had even liquified. There were 36 cases of cucumbers on this pallet with a minimum of 70 cucumbers in each case.  70 X 36 = 2520 cucumbers.  We sell cucumbers at 74¢ apiece, meaning I tossed away $1864.80 worth of cucumbers.  It filled a fourth of the organics dumpster.

TL;DR: The produce department is a giant money sinkhole.

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I will be posting a new story each day for as long as I can remember to keep it up.  These stories are mostly short anecdotes that I would like to tell, but never have the appropriate time to do so, nor are they interesting enough to bring up by themselves.

That is all.