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Working in the liquor department in a grocery store five minutes from a small old folks community and ten minutes from a bigger one, I assumed I would be doomed to a work schedule full of grumpy old men. Little did I know, not only did grumpy old men drive their golf carts there and putt around the store demanding baby wipes, Depends, and Scotch...Lonely old ones did as well. These are the men who have lived full lives and now they are here to share the stories with everyone. I have mastered the means of seeming as though I am interested when in all reality I just wanna go over to Starbucks and order myself a round of the strongest stuff...and I hate coffee. I constantly find myself nodding my head during boring conversations of last nights round of Wheel of Fortune or reruns of M*A*S*H. I have become quit a knowledgeable lady on topics such as: the weather in Florida, the old lady at home who refuses to do the laundry, and of course the over the counter medications best suited for backaches, constipation, and arthritis. They seem to always be in a rush when shopping but believe me they have plenty of time to chat. They hate the weather here, they never get good customer service, and they all seem to have disturbing dreams about yours truly. The world no longer stops for the grumpy old men it now comes to a screeching halt if you happen to run into a lonely old man. I found it the easiest to not only act like your interested but really try and be interested...at least then you will remember last weeks conversation...or else they will surely repeat it. These lonely yet adorable older gentlemen only want a minute (or ten) of our time so lets just suck it up, complement their strong after shave, and every once in a while mention how much you love their velcro shoes. After all, they are the ones who always remember to mention when we get our hair cut, though its only because they don’t like change. They always remember to stop by and say hello, though it is to gossip about they guy next door who always forgets to mow the lawn. And, they always remember to send a special wink your way, even if it is a little creepy. So maybe the grocery store has become the local hangout for the lonely old men and maybe we have become their prime entertainment, but at least it’s the reason the bitter old ladies shop down the street!!!!

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Hi the names Jamee (hence the JameesWorld)...this is my first time blogging and im way excited. I feel like it will take me a couple days...well if I could call in sick to work tomarrow to play on this and get familiar im sure I could do it in aday at the most..but, work doesnt really offer "BLOG DAYS" vs. the traditional "sick" ones. Anywho, so give me a few to JAzz up my page and make it look spiFFy. Well WelCome to Me and I welCome you to my WoRLD!!! EnJoy...