This article appears in Dec 6-12, 2007.
Rude bastards
This may be a re-hashing of a recent bitch, but a few nights ago at a certain gas station in Rockingham Ridge, I was left speechless. Went inside to pay for my gas and was about 4th in line to pay, figuring something must be wrong with one of their mach
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So Cranky, I work part time in a store that sells a lot of those fucking break-open tickets. And people pull that shit all the time. Because those things are a fucking pox. They’re like a slot machine. People are afraid if they walk away, the next person is going to get the winning ticket. They stand there and keep buying the goddamn things until they get the winner or they run out of money. When someone starts pulling that shit with me, I look over his head and serve the next person. And the next person after that. When the line is gone, THEN, I go back to the service hog. IF he hasn’t given up and fucked off.
thats so sad… Sorry to hear of your loss
She sounds like a real rocket scientist! Karma will get her one day … I doubt she can even read.