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Post by 2foolish on May 16, 2016 18:45:19 GMT -5
where do you come up with this shit... My life? I'm the guy you dont want to get into the same line with. I am on the line with the old lady who wants to pay in pennies...or with dollars drawn on construction paper...or the cashier who is about to switch with another cashier...or close....and tells me I have to tell everyone who comes up behind me that the line is closed after me...to which I reply..No...YOU can tell everyone the line is closed after me..so she closes before me...with all my sh1t on the conveyer belt thingie already. This is where I get that shit. ok ok take it easy... don't get sand in ur vagina...
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Post by Hotman on May 16, 2016 19:47:55 GMT -5
ETA: I did say "please". I think. I know you are courteous and kind. I wouldn't mind talking to you at the store. And I'd never walk away from you like that
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Post by thebigragu on May 16, 2016 20:37:18 GMT -5
ATM using and milk buying at gas station fecker=Low class. Get some. Common. Show me a grocery store open after 9pm on a Sunday and I'll happily use it. Gas station ATM is much closer than Citibank, so take it up with them. Pfft, low class. Do you even know what my zip code is?! ? Chicago grocery stores open 24 hours. So much for the city that never sleeps. #HighHorse
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Post by Hotman on May 16, 2016 20:41:51 GMT -5
Show me a grocery store open after 9pm on a Sunday and I'll happily use it. Gas station ATM is much closer than Citibank, so take it up with them. Pfft, low class. Do you even know what my zip code is?! ? Chicago grocery stores open 24 hours. So much for the city that never sleeps. #HighHorse Hell even I can go to MurderKroger in Atlanta 24 hours. I went to another one last night at 11:30 and got beer. Never knew what that "city that never sleeps" is all about welcome back
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Post by 32Green on May 16, 2016 20:43:24 GMT -5
My life? I'm the guy you dont want to get into the same line with. I am on the line with the old lady who wants to pay in pennies...or with dollars drawn on construction paper...or the cashier who is about to switch with another cashier...or close....and tells me I have to tell everyone who comes up behind me that the line is closed after me...to which I reply..No...YOU can tell everyone the line is closed after me..so she closes before me...with all my sh1t on the conveyer belt thingie already. This is where I get that shit. ok ok take it easy... don't get sand in ur vagina... Ha ha not me man, your face is Vargina... with lots of beard pubes. Make it so, number one.
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Post by frostlich on May 17, 2016 6:51:08 GMT -5
where do you come up with this shit... My life? I'm the guy you dont want to get into the same line with. I am on the line with the old lady who wants to pay in pennies...or with dollars drawn on construction paper...or the cashier who is about to switch with another cashier...or close....and tells me I have to tell everyone who comes up behind me that the line is closed after me...to which I reply..No...YOU can tell everyone the line is closed after me..so she closes before me...with all my sh1t on the conveyer belt thingie already. This is where I get that shit. Notice a common denominator here? Sure...it's everyone else. Time to look in the mirror chief.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2016 6:52:20 GMT -5
Did you tell her yours is free?
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Post by Hotman on May 17, 2016 7:14:23 GMT -5
Did you tell her yours is free? Everyone knows you dont believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free.
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Post by BEAC0NJET on May 17, 2016 11:31:56 GMT -5
where do you come up with this shit... My life? I'm the guy you dont want to get into the same line with. I am on the line with the old lady who wants to pay in pennies...or with dollars drawn on construction paper...or the cashier who is about to switch with another cashier...or close....and tells me I have to tell everyone who comes up behind me that the line is closed after me...to which I reply..No...YOU can tell everyone the line is closed after me..so she closes before me...with all my sh1t on the conveyer belt thingie already. This is where I get that shit. I need to go shopping when you do, so you can draw the loonies in. I always get the complaining yenta in front of me who tries to make eye contact and get you to commiserate about how slow the line is or some other travesty. I shut that down ASAP, either by saying nothing, or grunting, or on occasion, taking the total opposite viewpoint which leaves them speechless. Im already here, already miserable, IDGAF how miserable YOU are.
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Post by Peebag on May 17, 2016 11:34:29 GMT -5
FYI - for anyone who's been in the military, the hatred for standing and waiting in line is amplified by 1000000x.
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Post by crossfire on May 17, 2016 14:08:44 GMT -5
I like the asshole lottery ticket buyer...wants the daily NY number in 19 fucking combinations...look fuckface, your not winning shit... Just buy your pack of Kool cigs and get the fuck out... I used to work with a guy Joe years ago who bought a shitload of lottery tickets every day. Then he would come up to me and tell me every time he won. The conversation would always go something like this... Joe: "Look... I won $50 on a scratch off." Me: "Joe, how much did you spend on lottery tickets today?" Joe: "$50" Me: "So you didn't win anything." Joe: "Yes, I did. I won $50." (Shows scratch off ticket) Me: "But you spent $50 and you won $50 so you didn't win anything." Joe: "I won $50." (Looking puzzled) Me: "No Joe. You didn't win shit. You spent $50 and you got lucky enough to get it back." Joe: "I won the $50." Me: "You broke even today." Joe: "No, I won $50." (Holds up scratch off ticket and smiles.) Me: "Whatever Joe." Joe: "I'm gonna run over to the store and get $50 worth of tickets. You want anything?" Me: "No thanks Joe."
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Post by Hotman on May 17, 2016 23:38:50 GMT -5
I got stuck behind another group of these scratch lotto fuckers at the gas station today. Drove me NUTS. It took forever. cashing in the fuckin stack of tickets, gimme 3 of this, 3 of that, 3 of this, 3 of that... for about 5 solid minutes...
Oh and let me get 3 mega millions, 3 of this, 3 of those... oh I wanna cash this fuckin check to cover the remaining balance.. call Debbie, she always does that for me... ME: GOD DAMMIT DON'T FUCKING CALL DEBBIE DAMMIT WTF GIMME A PACK OF NEWPORTS AND FUCKIN GAS DAMMIT!!
They were all there for fucking scratch tickets I hate that place.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2016 6:59:32 GMT -5
Did you tell her yours is free? Everyone knows you dont believe the florist when he tells you that the roses are free. Roses are sour cream?
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Post by 32Green on May 18, 2016 8:17:06 GMT -5
I like the asshole lottery ticket buyer...wants the daily NY number in 19 fucking combinations...look fuckface, your not winning shit... Just buy your pack of Kool cigs and get the fuck out... I used to work with a guy Joe years ago who bought a shitload of lottery tickets every day. Then he would come up to me and tell me every time he won. The conversation would always go something like this... Joe: "Look... I won $50 on a scratch off." Me: "Joe, how much did you spend on lottery tickets today?" Joe: "$50" Me: "So you didn't win anything." Joe: "Yes, I did. I won $50." (Shows scratch off ticket) Me: "But you spent $50 and you won $50 so you didn't win anything." Joe: "I won $50." (Looking puzzled) Me: "No Joe. You didn't win shit. You spent $50 and you got lucky enough to get it back." Joe: "I won the $50." Me: "You broke even today." Joe: "No, I won $50." (Holds up scratch off ticket and smiles.) Me: "Whatever Joe." Joe: "I'm gonna run over to the store and get $50 worth of tickets. You want anything?" Me: "No thanks Joe." See...I want to be that guy...instead of me. I worry about shyte, I bog myself down with dark thoughts, I'm consumed with concern for family members...I want to be the happy caged chimp taking the banana off the food tray in the stinky fetid monkey house thinking...... life is grand. Joe is that chimp.
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Post by 32Green on May 18, 2016 8:24:14 GMT -5
I got stuck behind another group of these scratch lotto fuckers at the gas station today. Drove me NUTS. It took forever. cashing in the fuckin stack of tickets, gimme 3 of this, 3 of that, 3 of this, 3 of that... for about 5 solid minutes... Oh and let me get 3 mega millions, 3 of this, 3 of those... oh I wanna cash this fuckin check to cover the remaining balance.. call Debbie, she always does that for me... ME: GOD DAMMIT DON'T FUCKING CALL DEBBIE DAMMIT WTF GIMME A PACK OF NEWPORTS AND FUCKIN GAS DAMMIT!! They were all there for fucking scratch tickets I hate that place. I was working with a black guy and we ended up in a bodega trying to buy a couple of soda's. THere was an old lady in front of us.. bent over the counter reading off an endless list of number combinations to a guy that was peck peck pecking away at the lotto machine as fast as he could. Seemed like we were standing there forever. My partner turns to me and says "son..dont never try to get between black folks and they numbers". So I dont.
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