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...how small's your dick? I didn't hear you the first three times!
So I'm out doing carts tonight, with MC, since Hoss is covering the door for the night. MC and I are gettin' carts done quick, and we're bringing up one of our last trains from the side of the lot we share with Wally World.
Now, bringing carts up this hill gets slow during the last stretch up the sidewalk and into the store. No matter how much I pin the 'throttle' on the cart-pusher, there's only so fast (read: slow) it can go, pushing the weight of 47 carts up the incline.
When doing carts, we always try to make sure we have enough leeway with oncoming cars. If we don't think they'll slow down, we wait for them to pass.
These dickbags pull up in their crappy little sedan and stop with enough force that I (pushing the train from the back) can see the subtle rock of the car as it does so. And they do it as if the driver only just realized that the cart-train wasn't going to stop to let him pass, because the momentum was too great or something.
So I'm pushing the train up as fast as the incline will allow, watching MC for cues to stop if need be. No such indications. But as I'm just starting to enter the lane that Dickbag is waiting in (I'm at the back end of the train, remember), he honks his horn at me. HONK!
I turn my head and glance at him, with a "what the hell?" expression. Then I go back to pushing the train.
HONK! I look at him again, with the same expression. Seriously, I can only push it so fast, I wasn't intending to block you, asshole. Go back to pushing the train.
HONK! Now, my expression is more or less the same, and I doubt that Dickbag could see the building rage in my eyes through the glare of his headlights off my glasses. But I just give him the same general expression, and return to my duties. By now, I've managed to clear the lane so traffic flow on his side can resume.
As he's passing behind me, guess what?
HONK! Yup, one last parting shot. I did turn around one last time to give him one last glare, but this time my expression was, shall we say, withering. I'm rather disappointed I didn't burn the paint off his car.
Yeah, makes ya feel like you were blessed with a bigger dick, honking at someone, dickbag?
Your girlfriend just called, she lost her tweezers, so it looks like your "Penis Hunting" game tonight is called off.
So I'm out doing carts tonight, with MC, since Hoss is covering the door for the night. MC and I are gettin' carts done quick, and we're bringing up one of our last trains from the side of the lot we share with Wally World.
Now, bringing carts up this hill gets slow during the last stretch up the sidewalk and into the store. No matter how much I pin the 'throttle' on the cart-pusher, there's only so fast (read: slow) it can go, pushing the weight of 47 carts up the incline.
When doing carts, we always try to make sure we have enough leeway with oncoming cars. If we don't think they'll slow down, we wait for them to pass.
These dickbags pull up in their crappy little sedan and stop with enough force that I (pushing the train from the back) can see the subtle rock of the car as it does so. And they do it as if the driver only just realized that the cart-train wasn't going to stop to let him pass, because the momentum was too great or something.
So I'm pushing the train up as fast as the incline will allow, watching MC for cues to stop if need be. No such indications. But as I'm just starting to enter the lane that Dickbag is waiting in (I'm at the back end of the train, remember), he honks his horn at me. HONK!
I turn my head and glance at him, with a "what the hell?" expression. Then I go back to pushing the train.
HONK! I look at him again, with the same expression. Seriously, I can only push it so fast, I wasn't intending to block you, asshole. Go back to pushing the train.
HONK! Now, my expression is more or less the same, and I doubt that Dickbag could see the building rage in my eyes through the glare of his headlights off my glasses. But I just give him the same general expression, and return to my duties. By now, I've managed to clear the lane so traffic flow on his side can resume.
As he's passing behind me, guess what?
HONK! Yup, one last parting shot. I did turn around one last time to give him one last glare, but this time my expression was, shall we say, withering. I'm rather disappointed I didn't burn the paint off his car.
Yeah, makes ya feel like you were blessed with a bigger dick, honking at someone, dickbag?
Your girlfriend just called, she lost her tweezers, so it looks like your "Penis Hunting" game tonight is called off.
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