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| The Grocery Store | ||||||||
| So I am at the grocery store today and I am only buying two things- cat food and frosting. Kind of a weird combination, I know. Because I only have two things, I am in the express lane. Now, you may think the express lane goes fast but if you have ever been in one, you know this is not true. They seem to put the slowest workers in the express lane. It's either the old people who work in them or the new girl with the glasses and really bad acne and buck teeth who doesn't know what the hell she is doing. But this time I got the old one. I'm the third person in line and I'm thinking that's not too bad. But the women who is being helped obviously knows the women running the thing. So they start chatting. And my god, these people don't stop chatting for what seems like, oh, say, 25 minutes. But I guess it wasn't that long, it just seemed like it because that cat food weighed a ton. Anyways, when these two old wrinkly women finally shut up and the old raisin leaves, the guy in front of me also takes a fucking eternity. He had his wife with him and they are the kind of people who just wait in line and then one of them stands there while the other one runs back and forth getting what they want, in this case beer and that kind of shit. So anyways, after they are done and the woman is dead tired, they leave and it is finally my turn. After standing in the damn line for 20 minutes just to buy cat food and frosting I'm feeling a little grumpy and I am ready to rip off the head of the old woman and send her off to the afterlife just a little earlier. So she does the little "boop boop" stuff and talks to me about her back and how she hurt it, and she hurt the good side... When she's done telling me the tale of her life, she gives me my money and I leave. But the old bag doesn't give me my receipt. Now ordinarily, I don't want a piece of paper with a bunch of numbers on it but since my mom had to pay me back I needed it. When she gave it to me, she didn't even apologize. So, that's my story. Thanks, folks, you were great. |
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