We went shopping today.
You know what that means?
Julie bought stuuufff.
Two pants, Two shirts, Two necklaces, A hairpin, A hair clip, A small back pack thing, and a set of bangles.
If I were Leila I would've taken pictures of all of the stuff I got and posted all of the pictures in this entry. But, I'm not, so you'll just have to wait and see.
Yeah.
We also went out to eat. Where? The Cheesecake Factory! No, we didn't have any cheesecake because my grandma was mumbling something about calories and her being fat. [Which I don't think she is.] So we got some pizza and a salad. [Guess who got which.]
Well, slippery place The Cheesecake Factory... I was on my way back from the bathroom and I slipped on the floor right by the kitchen. One of the chefs turned and looked horrified and asked in this really panicked tone: "Are you alright?" I nodded. "Yup, just fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Here let me help..." She walks over to help me up even though I'm already on my feet.
"No, I'm good."
"You sure you're okay?"
"Very sure. Thank you though."
Heh. So I go back and I tell grandma and she looks horrified: "WE HAVE TO GO TELL THE MANAGER RIGHT AWAY!" I'm like, "WHOA! Calm down, all I did was scrape myself. Nothing to sue the company for." She rants on and on about how much money we could get but I refuse to complain about a little scratch on my ankle. It's so little I can barely see it. It doesn't even hurt. So on the way out I just glance over at her and roll my eyes because she's still going and say: "I really shouldn't have told you grandma."
That made her quiet for a bit.
So then we went to get my mini-back pack since I need a purse for school, says my mom. At this point my grandma's constant talking is bugging me to death so I'd getting really bitchy and the sales lady notices because when I'm checking out she says oh so discreetly, "Be nice to your grandma, you don't know how much longer you'll have her." I know she's right but right then every word coming out of her mouth was bugging me straight to my core.
So we head back after picking up some cold crap. I just feel like sleeping but I know I won't be able to sleep, not a bit, so I don't even try. I go onto the computer and play word bump until I lose. But then I'm bored out of my mind. I consider calling somebody until grandma calls me into her room and we watch TV for a bit.
So.
It was a pretty good day.
Despite what grandma says I know I'll have enough room in my suitcase for everything.
<3Julie
[Edit:] I have a feeling the comments on this entry are going to be along the lines of "Julie you're such an idiot! Sue why you still have the chance!" or "I would've sued."
You know what that means?
Julie bought stuuufff.
Two pants, Two shirts, Two necklaces, A hairpin, A hair clip, A small back pack thing, and a set of bangles.
If I were Leila I would've taken pictures of all of the stuff I got and posted all of the pictures in this entry. But, I'm not, so you'll just have to wait and see.
Yeah.
We also went out to eat. Where? The Cheesecake Factory! No, we didn't have any cheesecake because my grandma was mumbling something about calories and her being fat. [Which I don't think she is.] So we got some pizza and a salad. [Guess who got which.]
Well, slippery place The Cheesecake Factory... I was on my way back from the bathroom and I slipped on the floor right by the kitchen. One of the chefs turned and looked horrified and asked in this really panicked tone: "Are you alright?" I nodded. "Yup, just fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Here let me help..." She walks over to help me up even though I'm already on my feet.
"No, I'm good."
"You sure you're okay?"
"Very sure. Thank you though."
Heh. So I go back and I tell grandma and she looks horrified: "WE HAVE TO GO TELL THE MANAGER RIGHT AWAY!" I'm like, "WHOA! Calm down, all I did was scrape myself. Nothing to sue the company for." She rants on and on about how much money we could get but I refuse to complain about a little scratch on my ankle. It's so little I can barely see it. It doesn't even hurt. So on the way out I just glance over at her and roll my eyes because she's still going and say: "I really shouldn't have told you grandma."
That made her quiet for a bit.
So then we went to get my mini-back pack since I need a purse for school, says my mom. At this point my grandma's constant talking is bugging me to death so I'd getting really bitchy and the sales lady notices because when I'm checking out she says oh so discreetly, "Be nice to your grandma, you don't know how much longer you'll have her." I know she's right but right then every word coming out of her mouth was bugging me straight to my core.
So we head back after picking up some cold crap. I just feel like sleeping but I know I won't be able to sleep, not a bit, so I don't even try. I go onto the computer and play word bump until I lose. But then I'm bored out of my mind. I consider calling somebody until grandma calls me into her room and we watch TV for a bit.
So.
It was a pretty good day.
Despite what grandma says I know I'll have enough room in my suitcase for everything.
<3Julie
[Edit:] I have a feeling the comments on this entry are going to be along the lines of "Julie you're such an idiot! Sue why you still have the chance!" or "I would've sued."
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No, you could not sue the company. You would get laughed out of any law firm in the country. I mean, you could have faked a head injury or something and possibly gotten some money to keep it quiet. But since you didn't, it's too late.
The saleslady is right. Both my grandfathers died when my parents were kids. My mom's mom lived in England until she died a couple years ago and my dad's mom had althzimers and couldn't recognize anyone-- her own son included-- by the time I was eight. If I had grandparents, I would be nice to them-- even if they smelled like old people.