Went to the Dollar store yesterday. Spent One Hundred and Two dollars.
They had soup stacked up in flats, I bought two flats.
Went to check out and the weasel fucking manager was hovering over the check out girl, wringing his hands together, literally.
He counted the soup cans and was visibly relieved when it came out to twenty one. Twenty four is the magic number he said.
Just so ya know.
I almost laughed at the guy.
What the FUCK is this, Russia? East Germany? Jesus Christ, I coulda bought every fucking can they had, ever heard of a place called America? We buy shit by the tractor trailer load, idiot.
The fucking guy was worried that some skinny little motherfucker bought twenty four cans of soup in a country with Three Hundred Million citizens?
I am sitting here shaking my head.
It ain't like they are bullets, asshole.