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7-11 guy "is that all?"
me "yep, that's it"
he begins calculating my change. two quarters, three pennies i think to myself.
7-11 guy "the storm must be coming?"
me "yep"
an assumption he reached because i'm not good looking enough to have come from a wet t-shirt contest. make the change!
7-11 guy "i hope my old ford can get me home."
fat guy in line behind me "ha! ford, good luck! Found On Road Dead!"
this kicked off the lightning round of dueling acronyms. a competion no one should be proud to win. it immediately annoyed me. a puddle is forming at my feet. c'mon dude, two quarters, three pennies.
7-11 guy "First On Race Day"
fat guy "Fucked On Race Day"
i am now just loitering, in the way of these two idiots. making change was of little priority. i am gnashing my teeth again, my jaw aches from an entire day of gnashing. i just want out.
7-11 guy "Fastest On Road, Dipshit!
fat guy "Fucker Only Runs Downhill!"
the debate is only 20 seconds old and i've had it. time is up mother fucker, two quarters, three pennies! i am about to unload the days frustration on the slurpee jockee.
whoa, ease up, just leave. i open my mouth, relax my jaw and split before my change can be calculated by the beautiful mind.
Fucking Obnoxious, Redneck, Dorks!
Posted by griff at April 17, 2002 02:01 AM