......or if you have one, and the lady in front of you has 15. And then she just stands there, waits for the clerk to give her a total, and THEN she starts looking for money, like it's some fucking surprise that, after making a purchase, and she has to pay for it, and then, after she gets the bills, says, "wait a minute. I think I have the twenty six cents." They're still looking for me in NY.
It's like these cocksuckers at drive-up ATMs. They wait till they punch in their PINs before endorsing checks, filling out dep slips - all stuff they should do at fucking HOME. Then they have 2-3 cars behind them and as a courtesy do they complete their transaction and drive forward a few feet before putting their card/receipt away in their purses? Of course not. You wait. Same with checkwriters at supermarkets. After the transaction they stand there and dutifully put away everything into their handbags before moving away so you can buy your vodka and orange juice.
One day, long, long ago, there was this woman who surprisingly, did not whine, nag or bitch........ But this was a long time ago..... and it was just ONE day. The End
http://www.yourememberthat.com/media/2644/Richard_Pryor_Cracks_up_Johnny_Carson/ Accapella. Off the cuff.
This happend to me a few months ago. I was at work and I noticed that my finger had picked up a splinter from somewhere. I thought to myself "If I had a pin, I could dig out that splinter. Where can I find a pin around here?" I thought for about 10 minutes about this before I realized the following: Hey, I'm at work. In a medical supply factory. Packaging insullin syringes. I have hundreds of quality rejected syringes around me that have very sharp pins and good grips on them. It was about this time that I started to accept the fact that I many not be smart enough to work around sharp objects.