- I totally cut you in line this morning at the gas station. It could be that today just happened to be your day off and you work 80 hours a week, and you feel entitled to buy 2 40s and a six pack, and don’t forget the cigs, (you don’t want the softpack you want the hard pack, how damn difficult is that to understand you said) at 9:30 in the morning after a long shift, but we both know that probably isn’t true. The fact is, I was heading off to be a productive member of society. Sure we both had the same things to purchase, but I’m what they call a high functioning alcoholic. We both know you just got up, didn’t have anything to go with your cereal, rushed out the house, then ran back home afterwards, poured that 40 into your Frosted Flakes, and spent the rest of your day smoking and drinking. Then you probably walked out of the house promptly at 11:30 pm to procreate… again. I don’t have time to watch you count out change, only to find out you’re 25 cents short for that second 40, only to then have to watch you attempt to do basic math on the spot, then argue with the clerk accusing him of over-charging you hoping that he relents and lets you keep the second 40 at a 25 cent discount. So yeah, I needed that 5 minutes of time more than you did. Enjoy the piss water!
