Phone is Found!

Bagger boys phone was found several hours it was noticed to be missing. It was in a deep pocket of a closing article buried deep in his dresser. The agony of being cut off from his tetris demo was enough to break a lesser man, but he hung in, only to hear his voice messages all of which were of the nature of "Come and be merry! No? I guess you're having a lot of fun at home not getting my message". Grief support for the bagger at this time would be appreciated in the form of a two door red Ferrari.
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Phone lost in Tragic Late Night West Wing Marathon!

Initial efforts to look under couch were unsuccessful, but a thorough investigation in the contents of my short pockets may offer a lead. If anyone has a tip about the whereabouts of my phone, call me at...never mind.

1/2 done with french!!!!!!!

Hallelujah! More exclamation points!!!!!!!. Anyhoo I still need to read Manon des source, a book about a girl and some water supplies and a cave were the girl bathes in the nude. There's also supposed to be a long lost child in there somewhere, is it just me or is artsy pre WWII French writing basically soap opera? The problem is, it's like those soap operas that are on the Spanish language channel wear you look the pictures and fill in the language. This really isn't working out for me but hey, I get a red Ferrari for my birthday right? S'all good.

Car plan deflates...

The powers that be have told the authors of the bag (and I impressively refer to myself in the 3rd person and plurally) that he probably will not get a shining red ferrari for his birthday. This deflates me. Ya know what else is deflated? My bike tires, second time this month. Coincidense? I think not. I think it must have something to do with the entire french language. That hasn't been kind to me lately. All ye who read this have a great labor day weekend.

New month, New name, New stuff,

This blog was created to vent anger about a job i no longer have. No other reason. With the new name, it will expand to be a forum of one. I say what a can say on the blog, and really don't intend to keep to the such narrow boundraries as "Supermart bagger". The name is a play on words for a newspaper I once heard of. It was called "the rag" and was written erratically by Steven King's older brother during his youth. That, coupled with the guiding philosophy that unrelated things can be put into a bag and become related by being in the bag. I hope people still will read and comment from time to time, its been a great run as bagger boy.

Bagger Birthday

Its customery for a guy my age to recieve a car on his sixteenth birthday, I'm thinking red with two doors. On the 15th, write in.

Headlines

Bagger Boy returns home from island! Procrastinates around ready french! Takes first hot shower in weeks! Buys new school stuff! Intends to chill! Wants A Car!

On the move again

Currently, I'm en route to a remote island on the southern coast of Maine. I will be unreachable for two weeks unless you really try hard. Take this time to reread the past issues of the blog.

Bagger Boy has trouble with French

If anyone has the instructions to the summer reading, please email me
since~
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Ethnic Grocery Stores

These sell all manner of specialty products and are generally cheaper. But they never seem to employ baggers. I guess it's just a way to cut costs because, with the number small purchases. The great thing about shopping in wider multicultured is the choice in products is enough that you can buy almost anything.

Zagat's

This is probably the best grocery store I've ever been in. The potato gnishe is especially good. The cashier however have the look of perpetual boredom that is strangely familiar and comforting. Not a bagger in site.
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