What you are looking at below is the major entrance to a local Wal-Mart:
As I am the car in front of me are heading west and getting into the turning lane, this fucking
idiot pulls in right where I put the arrow, in that direction. There's not ONE. SINGLE. REASON. to do that. There are multiple turn off areas for the other side of the street, a traffic light mere car lengths to the right with a relatively quite side street that leads into that other plaza. Yet this Albert Fucking Einstein pulls right there, where every three to five seconds another car comes in to turn into the parking lot for Wal-Mart.
Now cars are backing up behind us and the dumbass won't get the fuck out of the way. At one point they beep their horn and motion like it's okay to go and the vehicle in front of me treads slowly. Thank goodness that car did it slowly, 'cause if it had gone father, the the vehicle it couldn't see being blocked by the dumbass, would have t-boned it.
And that was one of
TWO things for today.
So I stop at a doughnut place and ahead of me is this elderly lady who smells Godawful from cigarettes and is driving (she could barely walk, let alone brake in timely manners).
She asks for a specific doughnut, even though it's clearly not there and the cashier politely tells her they are out and what they do have that's as close to what she had wanted. Very polite, no ambiguous delivery. So Satan's grandmother walks up to the window and points at what the cashier had already told her about and said, "What about these? Or are you out of those, too?" in a pissy sarcastic way (it's less than an hour before closing, what did she expect?).
She takes forever to make her decision, while the cashier has a note pad and pend, writing things down as Satan's grandmother decides. Finally, after almost two minutes and two simple orders, she angrily chews out the cashier mere secodns after completing her order, "Are you going to go get all that or just stand there and wait?"
Again, the cashier politely apologizes saying she was taking the lady's order down. It's a slide window, if she leaves it, she can't hear costumers and isn't particularly psychic.
So, Satan's grandmother lets out, "You know what, never mind!" and gets into her Farmer's Market Costumer Killer and leaves.
We both agreed: what a bitch.
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