please step forward and claim your prize, which is this awesome trophy. and by "awesome" i mean "sharp and pointy" and by "trophy" i mean "stick to the rectum."
old guy comes up, blatantly ignoring the aisle that has been cleared for the line. "I cant even get through here!" he shouts, knocking fixtures around.
"well sir, thats because youre not supposed to. the line forms over here, where theres an aisle," our headcashier, m, says.
"its like a garbage dump! what if i was in a wheelchair?"
"theres more than enough room in the aisle for a wheelchair sir."
"i dont know how you expect a wheelchair to come through here!" he slams his book down at m's register.
"im sorry sir, my register's closed, but j can help you."
slams his book down at j's register. "no he can't. he cant do nothin'."
me and m look at each other. j ignores him. "actually, sir, j can do just about anything."
"no he cant. if it werent for that register he wouldnt be able to give me correct change. he cant do nothin."
"oh wow, sir, youre pretty knowledgeable about people you dont even know," m says, and i know its about to get ugly.
"yeah well being 83 years old gives me a lot of wisdom."
"well, my great grandma was 100."
"you wont live that long."
"maybe, but with all the medical advancements made by people like j, maybe i will live to be 100."
"naw, young people are the first to go. they cant do nothin."
"seventy two cents is your change, sir," is the first and only j says during the whole thing.
as the old guy starts walking out, m shouts "well, you have a fantastic day, sir."
just before the door closes on him, i ask j loudly how his rocket science class is coming.
1030 is too early in the morning for this shit. the "its like a garbage dump!" comment is now a running gag. its funny that this guy targeted j to pick on. j's in advanced calculus, has a 5.0 gpa (yes, thats a 5) and was just accepted to purdue on a full academic scholarship. the only thing j said about it was that he wished his grandpa was there. hes an ex marine and wouldve stomped the old man.
old guy comes up, blatantly ignoring the aisle that has been cleared for the line. "I cant even get through here!" he shouts, knocking fixtures around.
"well sir, thats because youre not supposed to. the line forms over here, where theres an aisle," our headcashier, m, says.
"its like a garbage dump! what if i was in a wheelchair?"
"theres more than enough room in the aisle for a wheelchair sir."
"i dont know how you expect a wheelchair to come through here!" he slams his book down at m's register.
"im sorry sir, my register's closed, but j can help you."
slams his book down at j's register. "no he can't. he cant do nothin'."
me and m look at each other. j ignores him. "actually, sir, j can do just about anything."
"no he cant. if it werent for that register he wouldnt be able to give me correct change. he cant do nothin."
"oh wow, sir, youre pretty knowledgeable about people you dont even know," m says, and i know its about to get ugly.
"yeah well being 83 years old gives me a lot of wisdom."
"well, my great grandma was 100."
"you wont live that long."
"maybe, but with all the medical advancements made by people like j, maybe i will live to be 100."
"naw, young people are the first to go. they cant do nothin."
"seventy two cents is your change, sir," is the first and only j says during the whole thing.
as the old guy starts walking out, m shouts "well, you have a fantastic day, sir."
just before the door closes on him, i ask j loudly how his rocket science class is coming.
1030 is too early in the morning for this shit. the "its like a garbage dump!" comment is now a running gag. its funny that this guy targeted j to pick on. j's in advanced calculus, has a 5.0 gpa (yes, thats a 5) and was just accepted to purdue on a full academic scholarship. the only thing j said about it was that he wished his grandpa was there. hes an ex marine and wouldve stomped the old man.
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