Since when did leaving your manners at home like a tired old pet become a part of the routine shopping experience where one ignores those around you as you would trivialize the air you breathe. Oh too often are we in light of tremors of unrestrained childish wanton when viewing our neighbours shop. From those who care to stick their muddy fingers into our wares, to those who ask of the impossible to be grown and packaged in front of them we ask that you but consider the folly of your thinking. No matter where else you work, there will always be those who cannot break free from being obstinate enough to cause duress, although it surely feels that like groceries to a cart they cluster inside all those too many retail locales. As if the constant hovering of executive type personnel during ones draining day in day out is not difficult enough there is this relentless buzzing of communal ignorance. How hard would it be to treat those in service of you as though they deserved a cent of respect and time saving compassion? Too quick do they notice how prices change yet never reflect on how they by their own actions have caused this vicious cycle. With but a second of time and thought to prevent the common ignorance there is the ability to not just feed mouths but also to feed that which brings our human desires to rest. The next time you are moving through the store like an out of control hurricane, we ask that you stop and show us what the eye of your storm could be. —Tennyson and Poe

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  1. Once I pondered, old and cranky,
    To seek some pseudo-intellectual wanky
    Upon the rocks and shoals of the Bitch Board’s
    Post-Ironic Shore.

    Sought I surcease from labor’s burthen
    By reading missives about dog turd and
    Rude bus passengers, bi-wheeled riders,
    Tent-dwelling hippies, can’t abiders and
    Ostrogoths with manners from ye bubonic days of Yore.

    Expecting wit, I found this snivel
    ling thesaurus regurgitating drivel
    Which I shall scroll down…
    http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0ch3ABb3L4/S-hI…

  2. Oooh look. Two Likes again. Do you work at American Apparel or Planet Organic? Noo, it has to be Starbucks.

  3. Stop disrespecting two great masters of literature by daring to make a blatant comparison between your disjointed rambling and their poetic brilliance.

    You’re a terrible writer. You’re a polluter. You molest the English language and you’re such a windbag it takes you thousands of paragraphs to say what a smarter, less attention seeking person could say in one sentence.

    I hate you. I hate you for thinking you’re smart when you’re not. I hate you for being a pretentious turdbag. I hate you for the “Utne Reader” subscription i just KNOW you have.

    I hate you op. Because you’re stupid. Go away.

  4. is this going to be a daily occurrence?
    because there seems to be no end to your pomposity and avidness for typing drivel en masse.

    I was good at ignoring Kay… I’m great at skimming over that poutine loving, french douche-nozzle…
    but I suppose now I’ll have to adapt to ignore an entire bitch simply because it’s inevitable not worth my (already nearly completely worthless) time.

  5. I’m almost inclined to the think the OP is doing this just to elicit a reaction. I could be wrong, though.

  6. “…it takes you thousands of paragraphs to say what a smarter, less attention seeking person could say in one sentence.”

    Nail on the proverbial head, I_K. But, I gotta ask, why are we even bother to make ANY comments about this blowhard and his/her textual diarrhea? Seems to me we’re just giving them exactly what they want…attention. I for one, won’t be commenting on anything this obviously medicated and unemployed twat decides to spew out anymore. I’m out

  7. i don’t know snubiz, i have this warm fuzzy feeling, much like with the monsieur. that didn’t end well

  8. Yes OP, please fuck off. Alfred and Edgar are rolling over in their graves knowing that their names are associated with such trivial shit as a dumbass retail bitch whining about having to refold shirts and pants after customers leave.

  9. I thought the Admiral was messing with me until I looked up “esquilax”. Lo and behold, Esquilax- a legendary horse with the head of a rabbit and the body of a rabbit. Glad that’s cleared up! Not at all confused now.

  10. Ummm…forgive my ignorance but……would that not just be a rabbit??
    Maybe a rabbit with a saddle?? (*shrug*)

    Hmmmm, I wonder…..

    “Hey, check out the brand new Porsche! It just came on the market.”

    “Dude, that’s a Nissan.”

    “Ah…or so you would think…no no… This is in fact the all new Porsche Pretentialax…The legendary Porsche with the engine of a Nissan…AND the body of a Nissan!”

    “Ahhhh, Ok..coooo..wait. What?”

  11. People go crazy this time of year OP, poetry aside. I once saw two moms punch each other in the face over Dora dolls. On another great day I had a guy scream at a coworker so bad she cried…over how she couldn’t psychically guess how much sugar he wanted in his coffee( who knew when you say cream and sugar means more than one?:) ) T’is the season:)

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