People at the fucking shops
Since I've turned 18 (I'm in fact 19 now) I've been going to the local shops and super markets much more often that I used to since I can legally buy alcohol, I go say 2 or 3 times a day, it's very routine yet VERY infuriating.
A lot of shit what happens on these runs can irritate me. I usually attempt to avoid going to the store before 9 because there are less old people, in fact there is generally less people to piss me off in that short duration of time which I am in the shop.
I am guaranteed to be pissed off by some retard in every single visit.
Are you sure your 18 sir? Despite the fact I'm a regular at the shops and supermarkets I'm always getting I.D'ed by the same fucking idiots over and over again. It's not too much to expect someone to possess a half decent memory is it since they see me every day, possibly twice a day? I get even more tumultuous due to the fact that they do not seem to have a very basic understanding of maths to be able to decipher my age from my I.D card. I remember showing my I.D to this one prat he looked at me very suspiciously and said, are you sure your 18?
What the fuck, I don't fucking know I'll check my I.D which is in your hand you fool. He said lets see, you were born in 1986 in decemeber... I'm 24 and was born in 1980 it's now 2005 (this was late last year)... that means you must be 17?
Nice try dickhead you didn't even give your correct age or birthdate let alone mine, let me give you the simple formula to help you on your complex quest of attempting to work out my age.
Firstly you must take the year it is now, this shouldn't be too difficult for even a retard like yourself to remember what year it is, if you do now know what year it is I will inform you, it is currently 2006 but since this happened late last year we'll say 2005 just to hammer some sense into you. Now, take the date I gave you 2005 and subtract my birth date (1986) from it. It goes something like this, 2005 1986 = 19. Now how hard was that? Then all you have to do is look at the month to determine whether I'm either 18 or 19. Since it's 2006 now, I'll make an example. It's currently August so if I was born on December I am not 20 yet, I'm 19.
There you go, now you can get on with your fucking job properly and stop wasting 5 minutes of my already pointless existence. In fact if you look closely on my I.D it even says 18 in 2004, some of these geniuses were fucking baffled by this information on my I.D and still couldn't determine whether I was legally allowed to buy alcohol or not.
Sometimes these prats on the tills think it's a fake one and start bending it and shit or holding it really close to my face to get a better picture comparison. It's like being drilled by a pissed off depressed murder detective, like the ones you see on TV, you better be tell me the truth or ya in a worlda trouble young man or this is fake innit kid you betta be prayin to god if it is.... how about fuck off you stupid kunt, do your fucking worst I never got your child addicted to heroin in the first place that was your inadequacies as a parent so don't point accusations at someone else. If you ever speak to me like this again, I'll jump over the counter and head butt you several times.An alcohol run should only take 2 minutes to complete successfully yet I could probably do a lengthy paper analysing political and sociological problems in this country before I manage to even walk out of the fucking shop buying some alcohol.
The store looks very desolate but as I enter a single foot in the place retards seem to flock the place within seconds of me entering.
Theres always that fucking moron with 63 different types of cat food she thinks what is on sale who wants a lengthy piece of advice from the staff for the dietary of her 13 cats(all individually I might add).
There is always the drooling kid who can't quite decide what pumpkin light or what balloons she wants for her ridiculous and inane party.
There is always the decrepit old fucker who is prepared write a cheque to pay for a single fucking stamp, she writes in incorrectly several times before being successful.
Theres always the fat, retarded sisters who are making loud rambling about whether to rent out Legally Blonde 2 or the Sex and the City season Dvd collection as well as arguing what types pies to shove down their fat gullets when they get home.
Theres always the army of Indians who flock the shops with their 12 sisters and 8 brothers who can't understand a fucking word what the cashier is saying because they are all illegal immigrants.
There is always the village idiots and trendy boys who come into the shop with their high and mighty, I'm better than any of you fuckers attitude, who complain about stupid issues to the staff which they can do nothing about.
Theres always only one fucking register open because the other lazy spotty teenage twats are too busy in the stock room sniffing glue and shooting themselves in the balls with the price guns.
After all this shit, the staff still look at me oddly as I open my bottle of vodka and start downing it while waiting in the line.
I fucking hate it when that bitch who's 23 year old who has had had 6 pregnancies already, who's been living off benefits her entire life decides to run over my foot with the fucking trolley and not apologise, infact she looks at me like it's my fucking fault. Look bitch, just because you do not possess the intelligence to maneuver a shopping cart properly doesn't mean that I'm not going to get very pissed off, flip over the cart and then kick fuck out of you so badly you won't be able to have any children ever again.
A lot of shit what happens on these runs can irritate me. I usually attempt to avoid going to the store before 9 because there are less old people, in fact there is generally less people to piss me off in that short duration of time which I am in the shop.
I am guaranteed to be pissed off by some retard in every single visit.
Are you sure your 18 sir? Despite the fact I'm a regular at the shops and supermarkets I'm always getting I.D'ed by the same fucking idiots over and over again. It's not too much to expect someone to possess a half decent memory is it since they see me every day, possibly twice a day? I get even more tumultuous due to the fact that they do not seem to have a very basic understanding of maths to be able to decipher my age from my I.D card. I remember showing my I.D to this one prat he looked at me very suspiciously and said, are you sure your 18?
What the fuck, I don't fucking know I'll check my I.D which is in your hand you fool. He said lets see, you were born in 1986 in decemeber... I'm 24 and was born in 1980 it's now 2005 (this was late last year)... that means you must be 17?
Nice try dickhead you didn't even give your correct age or birthdate let alone mine, let me give you the simple formula to help you on your complex quest of attempting to work out my age.
Firstly you must take the year it is now, this shouldn't be too difficult for even a retard like yourself to remember what year it is, if you do now know what year it is I will inform you, it is currently 2006 but since this happened late last year we'll say 2005 just to hammer some sense into you. Now, take the date I gave you 2005 and subtract my birth date (1986) from it. It goes something like this, 2005 1986 = 19. Now how hard was that? Then all you have to do is look at the month to determine whether I'm either 18 or 19. Since it's 2006 now, I'll make an example. It's currently August so if I was born on December I am not 20 yet, I'm 19.
There you go, now you can get on with your fucking job properly and stop wasting 5 minutes of my already pointless existence. In fact if you look closely on my I.D it even says 18 in 2004, some of these geniuses were fucking baffled by this information on my I.D and still couldn't determine whether I was legally allowed to buy alcohol or not.
Sometimes these prats on the tills think it's a fake one and start bending it and shit or holding it really close to my face to get a better picture comparison. It's like being drilled by a pissed off depressed murder detective, like the ones you see on TV, you better be tell me the truth or ya in a worlda trouble young man or this is fake innit kid you betta be prayin to god if it is.... how about fuck off you stupid kunt, do your fucking worst I never got your child addicted to heroin in the first place that was your inadequacies as a parent so don't point accusations at someone else. If you ever speak to me like this again, I'll jump over the counter and head butt you several times.An alcohol run should only take 2 minutes to complete successfully yet I could probably do a lengthy paper analysing political and sociological problems in this country before I manage to even walk out of the fucking shop buying some alcohol.
The store looks very desolate but as I enter a single foot in the place retards seem to flock the place within seconds of me entering.
Theres always that fucking moron with 63 different types of cat food she thinks what is on sale who wants a lengthy piece of advice from the staff for the dietary of her 13 cats(all individually I might add).
There is always the drooling kid who can't quite decide what pumpkin light or what balloons she wants for her ridiculous and inane party.
There is always the decrepit old fucker who is prepared write a cheque to pay for a single fucking stamp, she writes in incorrectly several times before being successful.
Theres always the fat, retarded sisters who are making loud rambling about whether to rent out Legally Blonde 2 or the Sex and the City season Dvd collection as well as arguing what types pies to shove down their fat gullets when they get home.
Theres always the army of Indians who flock the shops with their 12 sisters and 8 brothers who can't understand a fucking word what the cashier is saying because they are all illegal immigrants.
There is always the village idiots and trendy boys who come into the shop with their high and mighty, I'm better than any of you fuckers attitude, who complain about stupid issues to the staff which they can do nothing about.
Theres always only one fucking register open because the other lazy spotty teenage twats are too busy in the stock room sniffing glue and shooting themselves in the balls with the price guns.
After all this shit, the staff still look at me oddly as I open my bottle of vodka and start downing it while waiting in the line.
I fucking hate it when that bitch who's 23 year old who has had had 6 pregnancies already, who's been living off benefits her entire life decides to run over my foot with the fucking trolley and not apologise, infact she looks at me like it's my fucking fault. Look bitch, just because you do not possess the intelligence to maneuver a shopping cart properly doesn't mean that I'm not going to get very pissed off, flip over the cart and then kick fuck out of you so badly you won't be able to have any children ever again.
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