I had the almost overwhelming urge to shout, "Where's the motherfuckin' raisins" in the grocery store this morning, this was after making my way down an aisle filled with inconsiderate bitches who stopped to do their THINKING in the middle of the aisle, move your fat, suburban ass, bitch, is what went through my mind...But, I'm still cheery & filled with holiday spirit.
I really fucked up the other day, Sunday, by going to the grocery stores at noon. I'm sure others have experienced the same phenomenon...fucking "churchies"! These have got to be the most inconsiderate cocksuckers on the entire planet. They disappear while leaving their fucking carts broadside in the narrow aisles, stand in little groups talking in hushed conversations (like they didn't get enough of that shit in the previous two hours while being 'christian'), and they fucking stare you down like you are rude if you'd like to get past them and interrupt their little conclaves.
Rude motherfuckers...all of 'em
Shop early Monday. All the food is fresh.
Shop late at night or dinner time.
Saturday is suicide.
Summer here is suicide - the Bennies invade.
I gave up on being nice. They don't appreciate it. Shouting HEY! then speak politely seems to be a great source of amusement for me lately. The look on their faces gives me the giggles.
I don't even bother trying to get my cart around those inconsiderate assholes anymore. I park my cart in a spot that is out of the way, walk down the aisle, brush right past them without even saying excuse me because they don't deserve it, grab what I need and go back to my cart. It makes shopping a lot faster and less aggravating.
I've seriously considered as I get older that I may just dress like Mrs Roper (from Three's Company fame), and become the most obnoxious and foul mouthed in public old lady to hit the streets as revenge. I figure if I look crazy they'll give me a wide berth.
I've tried your method sally but it's futile here.
I push my shopping trolley around like a fairground dodgem car, if anything gets in the way like other trolleys or the small heads of out of control brats I press on regardless.
"Sorry, did I knock your out of control four year old flat on their face with my trolley? didn't see them"
Shopping trolley.
Shopping "cart"
What the fuck is this the old west?
Do you call your fucking car the "wagon train"?
(12-08-2009, 02:58 PM)The Antagonist Wrote: [ -> ]I've seriously considered as I get older that I may just dress like Mrs Roper (from Three's Company fame), and become the most obnoxious and foul mouthed in public old lady to hit the streets as revenge.
I don't think thats anything new. I was at the grocery store the other day and they had samples of nasty boiled ham rolled up with a pretzle stick. Some old guy was eating too many of them and the deli lady told him it was one to a customer, he told her that he will eat every goddamn one of them if they don't hurry up ::rotf::
Didn't say it was a new concept, just one that might making dealing with bennies and rude people more bearable for me. I still need 20 years before I implement the Mrs Roper look too.
Try the HEY! and then polite tone.... it's fun.
(12-08-2009, 03:07 PM)Ordinary Peephole Wrote: [ -> ]Shopping "cart"
What the fuck is this the old west?
Do you call your fucking car the "wagon train"?
That's my question to you, Queeny. Shopping trolley? A trolley is car on a track. Are you a horse or a steam engine?
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/trolley
(12-08-2009, 02:28 PM)Luke Warmwater Wrote: [ -> ]I really fucked up the other day, Sunday, by going to the grocery stores at noon. I'm sure others have experienced the same phenomenon...fucking "churchies"! These have got to be the most inconsiderate cocksuckers on the entire planet. They disappear while leaving their fucking carts broadside in the narrow aisles, stand in little groups talking in hushed conversations (like they didn't get enough of that shit in the previous two hours while being 'christian'), and they fucking stare you down like you are rude if you'd like to get past them and interrupt their little conclaves.
Rude motherfuckers...all of 'em
Look at what they have in their cart, pull out your cellphone, and talk to nobody about the recall on whatever they have in the cart.
If you really want it to be fun wait for them to put the "recalled" item on a shelf where it does not belong, then say "Is that where that goes?" like its the worst crime a person could commit, be loud so they realize others are starting to look at them and you...........if you have time.
Now that's a great idea Maggot!
i swear i didn't mske this up. i had to walmart once to once to arrest a fatass shoplifter. she was so fucking fat nobody could get by her. i mean WIDE LOAD.
Shopping trolley. I like it.
I hate the fucking grocery store. Grocery shopping is my most hated chore. In addition to the rude bitches leaving their carts in the aisles, they are talking on the cell phones. I really do not want to hear all about your sad pathetic life. I hate that. STFU and get your groceries and get the hell outta there.
Figures you'd like "shopping trolley." As for the bitches on the phone - they are doing the same shit you are doing. Talking to some boyfriend about their pathetic life.
I don't do it in the fucking grocery store dickhead. I bet your wife talks to her boyfriend in the store too.
I'm glad you admit that you do talk to your boyfriend on the phone about your pathetic life, though.
I thought you were counting the girls on the corner for a sec there Duchess.
(12-08-2009, 03:52 PM)Middle Finger Wrote: [ -> ] (12-08-2009, 03:07 PM)Ordinary Peephole Wrote: [ -> ]Shopping "cart"
What the fuck is this the old west?
Do you call your fucking car the "wagon train"?
That's my question to you, Queeny. Shopping trolley? A trolley is car on a track. Are you a horse or a steam engine?
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/trolley
b. insane: He's been off his trolley for years, but his family refuses to have him committed.