Diva
04-08-02, 08:00PM
Excuse Me. Is That Some Of Your Ego? Oops! My Mistake. It's Just A Piece Of Shit.
Don't you hate having to run to the store late at night? Or during the day, for that matter. I ran out of creamer for my coffee. Damn! It's off to the grocery store. As I'm walking back some Clairol wench is shouting at the manager because they only have one bottle left of something. When he asks if she needs more, her pitch goes up to dog whistle and says, "That's not the point!!!!" Man, people just love to act important. So I snag two cartons [I really hate shopping] and head to the checkout line. No sooner do I put the cartons down when that Clairol wench runs her shopping cart in the back of my heels. After letting a few choice words fly that had people looking for the bulge in my pants I turn to glare at the bitch. She gives me a quick glance that says, "Get over it" and spits out an 'I didn't see you'. Determined to have the last say, I retort, "Apology accepted." She then looks me straight in the eyes and says, "Whatever. I need to go before you, I'm in a hurry. Checker.. *Snapping fingers* I need to go ahead of her." As I'm counting to ten... gazilion, the safety on my mouth pops lose again and I start cussing her out. She blinks. That ratbag must get cussed out every frikkin day. After giving my theory on her origin, parental status and current procreation habits, I turned to the nervous checker. Before I could open my mouth to apologize to the checker and bagger this bitch slides my cartons to the side and starts snapping fingers to get her attention. "I am going first. I am a busy woman and she can wait. Make sure you don't charge me for her items." I was gonna bitch-slap her. And enjoy it. Before I could get a good shot the manager stepped in. "I'll take you in the next checkstand." This bitch looked at me like she won the lotto and said, "Well now. You get to go first after all." I turned to the manager and said, "You must be talking to her. I am already being checked out." On cue the checker grabbed a carton and scanned it. Woo Hoo! I thought she was going to start screaming. Then I casually said, "Oh, and I'm writing over for cash back." Heh heh heh. This random wench threw her stuff at the manager and shout "Start ringing, damn it." Welcome to LA. Now kiss the ground when you get home. So I managed to walk out the better person. I never imagined buying three little items would lead to such drama. Oh, did I say three? Ummmm.... Okay, so I was a little evil. I snagged that bottle she was ranting about and put it with my cartons. Paid for, mind you. So... What the hell do you use Marjoram for?
The galleries are updated! I still have some rearranging to do, but I added eight pages of chicks to drool over. Enjoy!
Don't you hate having to run to the store late at night? Or during the day, for that matter. I ran out of creamer for my coffee. Damn! It's off to the grocery store. As I'm walking back some Clairol wench is shouting at the manager because they only have one bottle left of something. When he asks if she needs more, her pitch goes up to dog whistle and says, "That's not the point!!!!" Man, people just love to act important. So I snag two cartons [I really hate shopping] and head to the checkout line. No sooner do I put the cartons down when that Clairol wench runs her shopping cart in the back of my heels. After letting a few choice words fly that had people looking for the bulge in my pants I turn to glare at the bitch. She gives me a quick glance that says, "Get over it" and spits out an 'I didn't see you'. Determined to have the last say, I retort, "Apology accepted." She then looks me straight in the eyes and says, "Whatever. I need to go before you, I'm in a hurry. Checker.. *Snapping fingers* I need to go ahead of her." As I'm counting to ten... gazilion, the safety on my mouth pops lose again and I start cussing her out. She blinks. That ratbag must get cussed out every frikkin day. After giving my theory on her origin, parental status and current procreation habits, I turned to the nervous checker. Before I could open my mouth to apologize to the checker and bagger this bitch slides my cartons to the side and starts snapping fingers to get her attention. "I am going first. I am a busy woman and she can wait. Make sure you don't charge me for her items." I was gonna bitch-slap her. And enjoy it. Before I could get a good shot the manager stepped in. "I'll take you in the next checkstand." This bitch looked at me like she won the lotto and said, "Well now. You get to go first after all." I turned to the manager and said, "You must be talking to her. I am already being checked out." On cue the checker grabbed a carton and scanned it. Woo Hoo! I thought she was going to start screaming. Then I casually said, "Oh, and I'm writing over for cash back." Heh heh heh. This random wench threw her stuff at the manager and shout "Start ringing, damn it." Welcome to LA. Now kiss the ground when you get home. So I managed to walk out the better person. I never imagined buying three little items would lead to such drama. Oh, did I say three? Ummmm.... Okay, so I was a little evil. I snagged that bottle she was ranting about and put it with my cartons. Paid for, mind you. So... What the hell do you use Marjoram for?
The galleries are updated! I still have some rearranging to do, but I added eight pages of chicks to drool over. Enjoy!