Let’s have some fun with my phone’s autocorrect, shall we?

My computer and I are having a fight tonight so I’m posting this from my phone. I’m going to tell you about my day and not fix the things my autocorrect feature says… starting now:

Today I went to the commissary to get a few things and have somewhat of a Cornish fail. I kept forbidding things I need even though I had alost and I couldn’t quote clinics everything (like bug spray, why is there boo big shady?) And then when I went to party, I realized I forgot brad so I ran back to get since. When I finally checked out, I type the badger standing there, grabbed my day abs tab. Well, after about ten ferry I realized I’d taken the heavy bashers cat and not mine, and that I’d typed the long but– my badger sad already standing outside. I felt so bad! So I cashed my bags and carried all of them to my cat even though they were super heave.

So that’s my story. I’ll translate:

Today I went to the commissary to get a few things and had somewhat of a commissary fail. I kept forgetting things I needed even though I had a list, and I couldn’t quite find everything (like bug spray, why was there no bug spray?). And then when I went to pay, I realized I forgot bread so I ran back to get some. When I finally checked out, I paid the bagger standing there, grabbed my cart and ran. Well, after about ten feet I realized I’d taken the heavy baggers’ cart and not mine, and that I’d tipped the wrong one– my bagger* was already standing outside. I felt so bad! So I grabbed my bags and carried them all to my car even though they were super heavy.

How much of that made sense? Heh heh.
Rhinos for trashing (thanks for reading)! ^_^

*At the commissary the baggers work for tips only and walk you out to your car. They are usually either kids or spouses of military members trying to earn money, or retired military, so I try to tip well ($5 or so if I have it). Not everyone does and a lot of them work hard. And when the wrong one gets the money, I feel bad.