tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post6089023444444592151..comments2024-03-22T08:15:27.183-04:00Comments on The Glitter Globe: Bad ReputationS.R. Karfelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-57669078337900459242012-09-07T16:11:21.580-04:002012-09-07T16:11:21.580-04:00Ya know Kelsey, I have to fight the urge to set of...Ya know Kelsey, I have to fight the urge to set off those sensors every time I go to the store. What is it with writers? <br />Your Dad has my sympathy - I get the private pat down on account of my mutant muscular calves. The TSA has me on the "no one has calves same size as their thighs" list. S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-47041786820406932692012-09-07T13:09:52.559-04:002012-09-07T13:09:52.559-04:00Bad reputation...
My dad (my Irish with uber dark ...Bad reputation...<br />My dad (my Irish with uber dark auburn hair) always gets pulled over at airports to be checked out. Apparently when he tans he looks Arab. No joke. That's the way he was described when we went to Hawaii after 9/11...and it happened every year after that.<br />As for me...I accidentally swung a Sylvester stuffed animal through a store beeper and set it off - thus scaring the dickens out of my 8 year old self.<br />But if we're honest...I was curious as to what would happen and swinging a bit too close to that store sensor thing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10323759531297056433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-66720536881098660932012-05-01T16:21:24.257-04:002012-05-01T16:21:24.257-04:00You're too funny. I remember when I was in hig...You're too funny. I remember when I was in high school I got stopped for shoplifting Little Debbies from a grocery store. I carried it around the store for a while trying to talk myself out of buying it because I really wanted them (but I knew I couldn't afford the calories). In the end, I left them somewhere and a security card chased me down. I was so mad-- showed him where I left the box. My best friend was cracking up the whole time. To this day, I always put things back where I found them. ;) -IsabelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-48246346279402574502012-04-20T11:41:35.001-04:002012-04-20T11:41:35.001-04:00Oh, and ftr, I had the chocolate lava cake there… ...Oh, and ftr, I had the chocolate lava cake there… twice… in one week… explanation in my blog next week… :)Rajdeep Paulus-Writer of Young Adult Fictionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15476117448023233170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-64068192528852600002012-04-18T12:12:25.180-04:002012-04-18T12:12:25.180-04:00Why is that ever an insult anyway? My daughter lu...Why is that ever an insult anyway? My daughter luved it, she knew where everything was too :DS.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-32821080093210264422012-04-18T11:02:42.468-04:002012-04-18T11:02:42.468-04:00You totally crack me up! I always ask a shopper i...You totally crack me up! I always ask a shopper if they can help me find this or that and I always get a dirty look … you'd think I'd learn and look for the name tag first! I even did this at a restaurant recently, but the woman was wearing a nametag… just not one that said, "Welcome to Chile's! My name is…" Oopsie! ;)Rajdeep Paulus-Writer of Young Adult Fictionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15476117448023233170noreply@blogger.com