Yes that's right, I'm the one lining up behind you, coffee in hand, as you put your giant purse on the counter, rummage around in it, pull out your giant wallet, fish around in it for EXACT change, then pack it all back up again and swing the heaving mass over your bulbous shoulder. Get yourself a pocket, and put some god damned money in it! Speaking of money, what happened to cash? How dare these sweaty, fat bastards pay for their greasy, egg sandwiches with a DEBIT card? Or VISA?? I have to admit that it's not hard to wind me up first thing in the morning, but this illustration of irresponsible daily living puts me at a new level.
And just when I though buying a coffee with VISA is bad, along comes the primordial Nona with the fist-full of coupons, NONE of which actually match any of the products on the counter. Are you trying to trick the cashier? What the hell is your motive!!??
Okay I change the name of this post to 'I hate lining up behind any other human being'.
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