ParasiteGod
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- Mar 16, 2005
Why is it people at the grocery store feel the need to walk down the middle of the aisles? The aisles are double wide to allow more shoppers into the aisles. They are not double wide to accomodate your triple fat ass.
Here's the deal. I need a box of cereal. I would like to be able to enter the cereal aisle today, not a week from now.
And they have the audacity to ask me to move over so they can get by? Uhm... I'm back up against a shelf because you're walking down the middle of the aisle. Where is it you want me to go? Would you like me to climb up the shelf? Is there something up there on top that you need, so you're attempting to trick me into going up there? Is that the deal?
Also, people need to control their children. One child, if you have taught it some manners, is not that hard to keep in line. Two, maybe. Are you not, like, paying attention to your kids? When I'm at one end of the aisle, and you're at the other, that is not an invitation to your children to come and bother me. Yes, my jewelry and piercings are shiny. Yes, I am aware of the skeleton dangling from my ear. Yes, there is a hole in my pantleg. And what are your kids watching that I remind them of their favorite character? If one more erraticly moving child runs into me I will kill somebody.
And just a quick question: What is that on top of the pastries in the bakery? Is that... broken glass?
Here's the deal. I need a box of cereal. I would like to be able to enter the cereal aisle today, not a week from now.
And they have the audacity to ask me to move over so they can get by? Uhm... I'm back up against a shelf because you're walking down the middle of the aisle. Where is it you want me to go? Would you like me to climb up the shelf? Is there something up there on top that you need, so you're attempting to trick me into going up there? Is that the deal?
Also, people need to control their children. One child, if you have taught it some manners, is not that hard to keep in line. Two, maybe. Are you not, like, paying attention to your kids? When I'm at one end of the aisle, and you're at the other, that is not an invitation to your children to come and bother me. Yes, my jewelry and piercings are shiny. Yes, I am aware of the skeleton dangling from my ear. Yes, there is a hole in my pantleg. And what are your kids watching that I remind them of their favorite character? If one more erraticly moving child runs into me I will kill somebody.
And just a quick question: What is that on top of the pastries in the bakery? Is that... broken glass?