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Nuzlockking a Pokemon Gold ROM on my Phone.

It's a Hacked Version.
So I have a Perma-Everstone Starter. Oh, and the starters are palette switched to be Gen III starters. (Mudkip used Rage!)

So, I've been really lucky, and my team is as follows:

Mudkipz the Mudkip (Lv. 20)
Snip the Scyther (Lv. 21)
Primo the Togepi (Lv. 22)
Lola the Vulpix (Lv. 21)
Rocky the Onix (Lv. 22)
c**t the Miltank (Lv. 15)

RIP:
King the Nidoran
Assbut the Oddish
Doc the Hoothoot.

I might've caught 2 in the same area, idk. xD
But I'm doing well. Grinding a little before I face Morty.

I discovered something on TV that doesn't totally suck.

1000 Ways to Die. It was a great thing to watch during finals week. Show makes me laugh my a** off.

If any of you are cashiers, let it be known that I have no intention of pissing you o- wait...nevermind. Anyway....

A cashier at Wal-mart asked me if I “found everything okay” the other day. Well, funny she should ask that because I was in the market for weapons-grade plutonium so I could power my NABDESDUDR or my “Not-Affably-But-Diabolically-Evil-Super-Duper-Uber-Death-Ray” to fulfill my dastardly scheme of frying all those ******** in Congress, but sadly they didn’t seem to have any in stock. I tried looking in the cleaning department, pharmaceuticals, the game department, office supplies, everywhere, but there was no plutonium to be found. You’d think with Wal-mart’s reputation as a totalitarian store that sells crap shipping in from the People’s Republic of China in massive quantities and treats their employees like s**t, you’d find some plutonium somewhere in their store, but no. They did not carry a single bit of plutonium. It was the discovery of the century.

I’ve been getting pretty annoyed lately by cashiers who ask me these kinds of questions. “DID YOU FIND EVERYTHING OKAY?” Of ******** course I found everything okay. If I didn’t find everything I needed to find, I wouldn’t be up here at the checkout counter paying for all this s**t, now would I? The argument can be made that retail stores require employees to ask these kinds of questions to try and be courteous, which makes sense. But if you’re a retail clerk and you think the questions you are forced to ask are stupid, then perhaps it’s a sign that you’re too smart to be working in a retail environment and you deserve a better job. Find one and quit. Tell your boss you hate him and tell him that the questions he requires you to ask customers like me actually just piss us off, rather than make us feel treated with respect.

And another thing, knock it off with the small talk. I go to stores to buy s**t, not talk to people. I can understand that you might be bored. After all, sitting at a counter for eight hours a day greeting morons who buy crap they don’t need is in and of itself one of the closest things to hell on Earth. But even so, cool it.

Here’s a couple of other things I’ve often heard cashiers ask me as I’m readying my Visa or counting my cash:

“How’s your day?”
Why do you want to know how my day is? It’s hardly conversation worthy when I’m with people I know, like my friends and family. What makes you think I’d want to tell how my day has been to a total stranger?

“Is that everything?”
They usually ask this question after they’ve scanned all the items I brought over. Gee, Einstein, what do you think?

Fortunately, I think I have discovered a way to deal with cashiers who talk too much and being the generous Viking that I am, I am willing to share my hypothesis with you.

Buy Condoms

One day, I decided to buy condoms. One reason was that I never bought condoms before so I decided “why not” and picked them up. The other reason was for posh wank. When I brought them to the counter, I expected the cashier to run his mouth and ask me if my day was “going fine” like always, but to my surprise, the cashier didn’t talk. So I’ve started buying condoms occasionally and ever since, I’ve noticed a correlation. It goes something like this:

The amount of time a store cashier talks to you is inversely proportional to the amount of condoms you are buying.

1/c=t

t= The amount of time talking to you a store clerk does (in seconds)
c= the amount of condoms you buy


For example, if you don’t buy any condoms…
lim (1/c) = ∞
c->0

…then the cashier will never shut up and cool it with the small talk.

But if you buy a twelve-pack…
lim (1/c) = 0.08333333 s
c->12

…then the cashier will only talk for 8.3% of a second, which should be the amount of time it takes for him to mumble “hmm” when he sees the twelve-pack.

I really want to test this hypothesis out to see if there might be any truth behind it or if the mathematical expression needs to be changed. After Christmas, I’ll probably have enough money to kill. What do you guys think? Should I go to my local Wal-mart after Christmas, randomly select cashiers and buy packs of condoms to see how fast they shut up? I’m thinking maybe either Linear Regression Analysis or Correlation Analysis might be appropriate. Let me know what you guys think.

In...uh....(kind of in awe of your mathematical equations over nothing)....in my experience with customer service, recluses such as yourself don't populate the stores, so asking how their days go are typically the way to go to score some "okay lets make this less awkward" points.

Granted, my customer service includes finding an item, and carrying it out for the customer nine times out of ten. I make all of the small talk while I do that. I give zero ********.

Since we're talking about working at retail stores/grocery stores...

I got 4 customers to never come back to my store.

They were the devil in human form.

Watching Shaman King:

>"think I'll watch an episode or two before sleep"
>commence watching
>holy ******** this show is awesome
>FFFFF-- dramatic cliffhanger
>has to see what happens next
>suddenly 6 ********>