Oy
Took my hungover happy ass to Wallyworld today for kitteh supplies. Couldn’t get a cart; carried all and back is aching.
Was 47th in line at the Express counter; some motherfuckmenot CUT IN LINE WITH HIS CART. Yes, jumped right the fuck in front of me. I don’t know how many items he had, but his total was $127. Which would be how many stitches he would have needed had my hands not been numb from the litter and food I was clutching.
After realizing he had edged me out of line and NOT accidentally, I looked in his face and said, “You’re not FUCKING serious!” He ignored me. Fucker. So I slapped the litter onto the floor and kicked it into his heels every time he moved forward; that brought me joy. It’s the little things.
November 6th, 2005 at
Oh my god, was he like, raised by wolves?
November 6th, 2005 at
Raised by *anyone*? I think wolves have better manners. What a fucktard he was!
November 6th, 2005 at
Oh, I left out the best part. He Paid. By. CHECK!!! Argh!
November 7th, 2005 at
Oh no he didn’t! That bastard! They would have had to call security to get my large ass off of him!
What an asshole!
Connie
November 7th, 2005 at
Why is it we forget to bring our tazers with us whilst shopping? Asshole.
November 7th, 2005 at
You should have pinged cat treats off his head while you were at it…