"I hate the supermarket. I always wind up in the 2000 items or less aisle, behind some ugly lady in a mumu and curlers. And when everything is totalled up, then they go for the checkbook like it never occured to them that they have to pay. And then they always turn around and ask me, "What's the date?" like it matters to me. All they gotta do is look at the date on their milk and add one." -Al Bundy

I had a similar experience tonight, although I think maybe the cashier was to blame. I'm too lazy to tell you what happened.

1 comment:

Autumn Del Rio said...

lol. That made me want to know the story even more.