The one with...

"Jim the Wal Mart cashier"

(I'm sorry I don't have any visual aids for this post)

Jim has become the running joke in our house. We have ended up with "Jim" (at least that's what his name tag says) as our cashier a couple of times and the second time, I almost had to send my son and husband to the car for 'misbehaving'. (How old are you two?!)

A little about Jim...Jim appears to workout - A LOT!!! (I'm pretty sure there aren't a lot of brains in his head though, aka: muscle head) He is obviously too cool to wear his Wal Mart smock/vest and wears his name tag proudly on his Simon Cowell tight t-shirt. Instead of putting our reusable bags on the carousel to load them, as all the rest of the cashiers do, Jim prefers to hold each bag and load them while it dangles on his flexed arm. Now...he loads those bags so stinking heavy that I can barely lift them. Dude, really!!!! I do not go to the gym three times a day to lift.

The joke at our house now is when there's something big or heavy to move or if I need help opening a jar the boys yell "Where's Jim?" The reason that they almost got sent to the car was because they were just about hysterical laughing watching Jim fill our bags, hanging from his arm.

I have a feeling he will be the running joke at our house for a long time!

PS: If you have a chance, ask DS to do his beach muscle head that had Lee & I almost wetting our pants in the Wal Mart parking lot.