"Dumber Than A Box Of Rocks"

Zoom. Zoom, the day has come and has gone. I have taken multiple inventories and have contemplated the going's on today. Not only with Miss. S., but with Mr. 2 Fast, 2 Furious, on my way home. Sir, are you doing the speed limit? I thought to myself. I didn't know.

During these contemplations and inventory's, I was remembering times in the day when I worked over there at The Big Blue Box Store. Oh yes, worked there for many fine times and enjoyed so many wonderful and productive years in life and with my occupation. Such a bonus and I so did enjoy working there.

You see, I have been thinking about the way I feel about getting such unsatisfactory marks on the Algebra's and Geometry tests earlier. Oh My God, I so do feel much dumber than a bag of rocks and yes, I say this aloud. Mr. I-Was-So-Certain, and confidant of the second math test that ole Mr. Monkey, here pounded my chest and sped through. I know now that it would have been best to taken my time. I so wanted to move along so that Miss. S., and I could stuff business into those four hours. I am so happy that Miss. S., made attempts at getting me to look at the marks in the Language Arts sections. Yes Lord, I know, but...

...back in the day while working there at that Big Blue Box Store, sometimes we would get returns of merchandise - sealed, UPC'ed and the whole process. Only later to find out later that we were burned by return experts who do this type of shit as a job and or for a living. Many are Gypsy's who travel city to city and state to state. Same processes.

Well, that Big Blue Box Store management , would punish them who were the Customer Service Employee for accepting a "box of rocks" instead of the mechanise presented on package. I mean, look, if a package looks unopened, why break open a package that appears in perfect shape?

After a couple or three boxes - every box got opened. Seen.

Imagine, please, how that certain Customer Service Employee, felt inside when it was recognized that one had returned a "box of rocks". It's like this; it is shameful and so very embarrassing. Then to have to be documented in One's Employee File makes the cut deeper.

Today, while waiting for that Special Short Little Blue Bus, I stood out near a busy Busch Blvd., right there in Tampa and I wondered to myself, "Dude, do you think that these people know you're dumber than a "box of rocks"? No, I have not shaken it off yet. That's my nature. Time.

This is all I have to say.