Another fabulous day at the supermarket.
I got all the things I needed and headed for the register. I saw a woman running to beat me to the register. It’s okay with me. She can run to get to the register, I’m in no rush. The woman puts her food on the counter and begins to talk to the cashier. I take my things and put them on the counter. I bend down to put the basket where it belongs. The woman reaches over me and drops her basket over my head and hits me. I get up and say to her, “You hit me. Don’t you even say “excuse me”? The Asian woman turns around, says, “Oh, I’m sorry.” I turn to her and say, “You purposely threw that basket to hit me!” I see the Bagger smile and the cashier, too. I see red. These people just never leave us alone. So I take my things and pushed them forcefully toward the woman’s things. All the things go on the floor. I turned to the woman, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize my strength.” No ones dares say a thing to me. They know they’re a bunch of jerks. The woman leaves the store with a big smile on her face. The cashier turns to me and says, “How are you doing today?” I reply, “Do you really care? No! You don’t care, so don’t ask me.” And I continue, “Oh, I’m a lot of fun to have around” The cashier doesn’t dare look at me. He knows he’s a creep along with the woman who left the store and the Bagger.
There are days I just want to _______________ _________________ ___________. You can add into the blanks whatever you’d like to say. I know we all have days like this. The freaks just never stop coming. And to that bitch who threw the basket on my head, you”ll get yours.
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