When people get in the “10 items or less” line with a loaded cart, in spite of the forty-seven signs lining the path stating “10 items or less ONLY” and act all embarrassed and swear they hadn’t noticed the forty-seven signs stating “10 items or less ONLY” when they get up to the cashier, and then proceed to unload their eighty gazillion items anyway, even though there are a dozen literate people behind them with less than ten items. . . . does anybody really believe them?
I don’t.
Raise your hand if you think they did it on purpose, and that they’re actually nothing but rude beasts who think rules are for OTHER people, and who just wanted the shortest line. Ooh, a zillion people, a zillion hands.
That’s right, rude beasts. Everyone in the sentient world hates you.
And have you noticed that every one of these rude beasts has the same simpering expression on his/her face when they get up to the cashier?
I hate that expression.
It’s the same expression “those” parents give the teacher when they come in demanding requesting homework ahead for a Bahamas vacation scheduled for during the school year, or an exception for athletic practice attendance, or a pity party for an earned below-passing average.
Yeah, it’s usually those same people.
Jeepers, I’m whiny. But it’s for a good cause. Heh.
Mamacita, Scheiss Weekly