Okay, so yesterday I was on my way to East Gate to go to a movie with my dad and I had stopped at one of the stoplights. The light turned green but I couldn't move because there were cars in front of me. By the time I got up to the light, it had turned yellow and had been yellow for a while so I stopped and then this biker pulls into the left turn lane. I had my window down because it was hot and I didn't want to waste gas on the air conditioning and I had my Music Appreciation CD in so it was classical and I had my sunglasses on so I looked pretty cool and laid back. Anyway, this guy comes around and says, "Hey lady, the gas pedal is on the right!". I looked over at him because when someone is yelling in your window, you kind of have to pay attention and calmly said, "Do you enjoy sticking the pole up your butt every morning or is it just so natural feeling that you leave it in there all the time? There were people in front of me or was your head so far up your ass that you couldn't see?" To which he replied by getting all red faced and telling me to fuck off. So I told him, "You have a nice day, sir, I know I will."

I guess my cashier training is worth something outside of the workplace too.