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Dear Annoying Volde-Mart Loiterers Shoppers,
Eight o'clock on a Sunday night. Why are all you people at Volde-Mart loitering around in the aisles? Don't you have homes and families and whatnot? I, having no family or friends waiting at home, have ducked into the store in the hopes of a quick grab, purchase and run and you are ruining that for me.
Also? If you are going to be standing in the middle of the dog food aisle, directly in front of the bags of Puppy Chow that I needed to get, would it kill you to maybe bathe once in a while? Seriously, if I can smell you all the way at the endcap, you've either be been rolling in something hideous or you haven't bathed in a week. Either way you should not be blocking the dog food, you should be in a backyard getting hosed down.
Seriously.
And you, chatty lady in the book aisle, I'm trying to read the backs of the chick porn books so that I can find something mind numbing to read in the tub. I have the "Why the fuck are you talking to me" face on from the second you try to strike up a conversation. So why the fuck are you talking to me?
Cranky,
Me
Eight o'clock on a Sunday night. Why are all you people at Volde-Mart loitering around in the aisles? Don't you have homes and families and whatnot? I, having no family or friends waiting at home, have ducked into the store in the hopes of a quick grab, purchase and run and you are ruining that for me.
Also? If you are going to be standing in the middle of the dog food aisle, directly in front of the bags of Puppy Chow that I needed to get, would it kill you to maybe bathe once in a while? Seriously, if I can smell you all the way at the endcap, you've either be been rolling in something hideous or you haven't bathed in a week. Either way you should not be blocking the dog food, you should be in a backyard getting hosed down.
Seriously.
And you, chatty lady in the book aisle, I'm trying to read the backs of the chick porn books so that I can find something mind numbing to read in the tub. I have the "Why the fuck are you talking to me" face on from the second you try to strike up a conversation. So why the fuck are you talking to me?
Cranky,
Me
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