sunstruck
Super Jewess
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- Mar 12, 2002
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Fucking crazy people.
So I'm picking up a few things at the supermarket and it's late so there's only ONE lane open and the woman in front of me is at the register buying a Christmas wreath.
She tries her credit card, the doesn't work so she makes him try it like three times all the while complaining that she doesn't know why it doesn't work, and then the same thing happens with ther ATM card so she tries to write a check but the computer won't accept one from her and she won't give up she just keeps sighing and making excuses and there are like 10 people behind me.
So I touch her on the arm and very softly say "Mam I'd like to buy that for you if you'd let me".
She looks at me like I said "Mam I'd like to dismember a small child with a soup spoon if you have one to offer".
So I turn 12 shades of red and turn back to my cart thinking God just let her leave. But she doesn't.
Instead she starts SCREAMING at me about how she isn't a charity case and yeah maybe she's having a little bit of money trouble right now but those cards are good and it's the fucked up computer's fault and how dare I pity her. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. EVERYONE in the front of the store was staring at us and this woman had about 50lbs and 4 inches on me.
Finally the manager came and asked her to leave and she threw her wreath at my feet on the way out.
Merry fucking Christmas bitch.
So I'm picking up a few things at the supermarket and it's late so there's only ONE lane open and the woman in front of me is at the register buying a Christmas wreath.
She tries her credit card, the doesn't work so she makes him try it like three times all the while complaining that she doesn't know why it doesn't work, and then the same thing happens with ther ATM card so she tries to write a check but the computer won't accept one from her and she won't give up she just keeps sighing and making excuses and there are like 10 people behind me.
So I touch her on the arm and very softly say "Mam I'd like to buy that for you if you'd let me".
She looks at me like I said "Mam I'd like to dismember a small child with a soup spoon if you have one to offer".
So I turn 12 shades of red and turn back to my cart thinking God just let her leave. But she doesn't.
Instead she starts SCREAMING at me about how she isn't a charity case and yeah maybe she's having a little bit of money trouble right now but those cards are good and it's the fucked up computer's fault and how dare I pity her. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. EVERYONE in the front of the store was staring at us and this woman had about 50lbs and 4 inches on me.
Finally the manager came and asked her to leave and she threw her wreath at my feet on the way out.
Merry fucking Christmas bitch.