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. 😉

6 Responses to Oy

  1. Tiff :

    Oh my god, was he like, raised by wolves?

  2. Lachlan :

    Raised by *anyone*? I think wolves have better manners. What a fucktard he was!

  3. Goddess Dawn :

    Oh, I left out the best part. He Paid. By. CHECK!!! Argh!

  4. IndigoSunMoon :

    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!

  5. Amy :

    Why is it we forget to bring our tazers with us whilst shopping? Asshole.

  6. Princess Cat :

    You should have pinged cat treats off his head while you were at it…