Let me just warn you, this will be an angry post. Why? Cause it's my post, my blog and I said so. If you're not in the mood for it you can go somewhere where there's unicorns and rainbows.
In the light of recent events, I have not been mingling with people much...I really generally don't, Christ, I'm depressed, I bartend for living and last thing I want to do (well perhaps before getting a lobotomy or having to clean my house or being at one of the "Abortion is murder" rallies...you get the idea) is be around people more than I already am.
Also, I haven't been grocery shopping FOREVER! No seriously, I love that shit. When people ask me what I do for fun...I grocery shop and go to the gym (I know...STFU!). I have my little routine...I look through individual ads of the stores, make a list and get to it. Well, as I said it's been about 2 months that I haven't done it, so I figured I may as well since I will have to resort to eating my dog's food and he's not much of a sharer (that's a word apparently, no squiggly red line, who da thunk it?! I couldn't spell squiggly on the first try though, priceless).
So moving on...first store, they were out of 4 items I was there for...or it's like buy 5 cartons of eggs and get the sales price...WTF, who needs 5 cartons of eggs I ask you? Seriously. Anyhow I grabbed two things and BINGO 15 items or less open and only one customer ahead, YES!! Except that one motherfucking customer in front of me has about 115 items...some of them cases of soda..."Do I need to lift all of these?"...No bitch, he's telepathically going to scan them and they are not the same flavor so yes, work for that effen sugar you're about to consume. Few minutes of that bullshit...she was slower than molasses on a cold winter day and talking to her kid...now's the time to learn about what we do with artichokes...how about we learn to read signs perhaps...there's an idea.
Oh you got coupons? Fucking fabulous! And your own bags that are all crammed inside of the larger bag so the cashier can't even pull them out. Look at you saving the Earth....and God forbid you stretched those t-rex arms of yours and helped him bag your million items...are you fucking kidding me?!
There was a split second when I wanted to tell her little daughter "See honey, rules do not apply to your mommy, cause she's a freaking c..t...They don't have to follow rules". But the kid wouldn't understand the C word and there goes my insult and I'd probably be arrested for assault hence becoming a repeat offender...no closer to being checked out than I was a moment ago. Point?!
Everyday that someone isn't violently stabbed in the face with my car keys I consider a win. For real.
Then again wtf was my valid argument for being so angry with this moron...I was grocery shopping...how big of a fucking rush am I in really. Still, rules are rules and should apply to everyone (I know, I'm delusional).
Rant over.
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