So, Mrs. Dan O and I went grocery shopping at the Elyria Walmart last night. We picked up about 10 items and zipped on over to the 20 items or less "express" lanes.
Mrs. Dan O asks "which lane should we take?". I say the lane with one lady half-way through her cart and and one man with very few items vs. the lane with 3 waiting carts, the last being expectant mom with a 1-year-old on her hip and many items in her cart.
So, off we go. Waiting for slow-poke fucking cashier with the elderly "how the fuck does this debit card work" lady, followed by clueless-fucking-dad sending son-with-arm-in-sling on not one, but TWO trips back to deli counter for forgotten items, which he knew he forgot because he made a cell call to his wife, while Little Miss Prego-3rd-in-line at other checkout, PLUS 3 MORE fucking customers, getting through the line BEFORE WE DO, telling my wife that will teach her to listen to me!
The gene pool is in need of a DEEP fucking cleaning people.
BTW, as the cashier was ringing in our items, I said " Excuse me while I go run and get 15 more items." She was only slightly amused. Go figure.
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