ASSHOLES on line at 7-11 (LONG RANT)
Alright, maybe I'm a bit wound up in the morning, but there are two things that drive me insane when online at convenience stores, and everyone reading this is either pissed off about it, or you are one of these jerkoffs yourself... if so, STOP IT!
#1- Lottery ticket guy: First of all, it's 8am there are 100 people online trying to buy their coffee and get on with their miserable lives, fuck their secretary, kick the dog, whatever. Then you look at the front of the line and see him...he sees that there is a long line, knows damn well that it is rush-hour, but yet in the ultimate act of selfishness pulls out a list of 1001 fucking lottery numbers. I can't tell you how much I want to shove that list right down his fucking throat. now I am stuck online with the fat lady and her annoying little yelping dog, and the smelly guy behind me with so much fucking dirt under his fingers that it is crumbling on the floor (he must be a diesel engine repair man). Now, not only is this waste of life, half retarded, sister-fucking lottery asshole going to read off all the numbers, he's going to check them twice before moving and inevitably find an error which is a whole technical nightmare for the poor clerk who fled here to avoid persecution from some middle eastern country. When this happens, this jerkoff has the nerve to look at the long line like "can you believe you are all waiting because this stupid clerk fucked up?". If I had no self control, this ass muncher would be laying in the parking lot with tire marks across his chest. Do your fucking lottery at 2pm when nobody is in a rush you self centered fuck!
#2-Change guy: People, when there is a line at the store, and you get change...it's very simple. You move out of the way and count your godamn change. But not Change guy! He's now not only going to count it, but he's going to sort his money by size of bill and carefully integrate it into the cash in his pocket which usually consists of $32 all small bills (and it's his life savings, I may add). Now this anal retentive retard is going to realize that he has four quarters (God forbid) and ask the clerk to give him a single bill for it, which again is a technical nightmare for a person that just wants to punch buttons give back change, go home, and live their short meaningless life without the added stress of this moron. Just get out of the fucking way! Count your change, whatever you want! let me pay for my fucking cup of coffee and pack of breath mints so I can get out of here without catching lice from the smelly guy behind me. Once you step aside, you can count your change, and sort your bills. Shit, I don't care if you shove those fucking coins up your ass like a slot machine...maybe you'll hit the jackpot and impress lottery guy...you fucking mindless turd. Yes, there is someone else in the universe besides yourself!
I'm not even going near "Check lady" or old "argue about the price" guy.
ok, I'm gonna go take a little blue pill now.
#1- Lottery ticket guy: First of all, it's 8am there are 100 people online trying to buy their coffee and get on with their miserable lives, fuck their secretary, kick the dog, whatever. Then you look at the front of the line and see him...he sees that there is a long line, knows damn well that it is rush-hour, but yet in the ultimate act of selfishness pulls out a list of 1001 fucking lottery numbers. I can't tell you how much I want to shove that list right down his fucking throat. now I am stuck online with the fat lady and her annoying little yelping dog, and the smelly guy behind me with so much fucking dirt under his fingers that it is crumbling on the floor (he must be a diesel engine repair man). Now, not only is this waste of life, half retarded, sister-fucking lottery asshole going to read off all the numbers, he's going to check them twice before moving and inevitably find an error which is a whole technical nightmare for the poor clerk who fled here to avoid persecution from some middle eastern country. When this happens, this jerkoff has the nerve to look at the long line like "can you believe you are all waiting because this stupid clerk fucked up?". If I had no self control, this ass muncher would be laying in the parking lot with tire marks across his chest. Do your fucking lottery at 2pm when nobody is in a rush you self centered fuck!
#2-Change guy: People, when there is a line at the store, and you get change...it's very simple. You move out of the way and count your godamn change. But not Change guy! He's now not only going to count it, but he's going to sort his money by size of bill and carefully integrate it into the cash in his pocket which usually consists of $32 all small bills (and it's his life savings, I may add). Now this anal retentive retard is going to realize that he has four quarters (God forbid) and ask the clerk to give him a single bill for it, which again is a technical nightmare for a person that just wants to punch buttons give back change, go home, and live their short meaningless life without the added stress of this moron. Just get out of the fucking way! Count your change, whatever you want! let me pay for my fucking cup of coffee and pack of breath mints so I can get out of here without catching lice from the smelly guy behind me. Once you step aside, you can count your change, and sort your bills. Shit, I don't care if you shove those fucking coins up your ass like a slot machine...maybe you'll hit the jackpot and impress lottery guy...you fucking mindless turd. Yes, there is someone else in the universe besides yourself!
I'm not even going near "Check lady" or old "argue about the price" guy.
ok, I'm gonna go take a little blue pill now.
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