My name is Linda and I am a Fickle Pickle. I'll prove it. The other night I went to bed in tears because the store was so slow and today we were so busy I couldn't eat lunch, finish the floor, or even dash to the bathroom. And guess what I did... I started to complain. Linda the Fickle Pickle. Yes, I actually started griping because I couldn't step away from taking people's money. Go figure. Human nature is a funny thing, and pickles are sour. Linda, Linda, the Fickle Pickle. How I wish I was a sweet popsicle!!!
1 year ago