These people were potential customers, and I did see what happened. Although they never made it to the parking lot. Now I share my tale.
I was walking to the local Mickey D's that's near my work, when I witnessed what looked to be a Transforming hybrid plastic piece of crap Blazer slam into what appeared to be a mid-nineties Pontiac. Now, my immediate reaction was to laugh because THAT'S WHAT YOU FREAKIN' GET FOR SHOPPING ON CHRISTMAS GODDAMNED EVE! But I restrained myself because I know how bad it sucks to be in motor vehicle accidents. Then I snorted when the T.H.P.P.C.B -bounced- off the car and did a full circle run into a light post.
Safer vehicles indeed.
Now, amidst the screams for help and "dial 911!" and so on, nobody could get to the vehicle because everybody else NOT involved in the accident still had plenty of shopping to do. But, eventually someone parked their Suburban assault vehicle in the way to divert traffic and those who were arsed enough to be concerned with the safety of the occupants were able to get there.
As I neared the vehicle on my trek to deep fried delights, I hear above all else "Christmas is ruined!" At this, I began to laugh my ass off because it was at that point I knew that the worst injury was that of their common sense.
And what of the plastic model kit car that runs seemingly on dreams and ego? Well, after what I'm sure was five minutes of hyperventilating, making sure the five hundred bucks worth of shit that was bought was okay, and that enough people were gathered around to warrant them getting out of the vehicle, they emerged.
Nobody was hurt, which I am glad for. And don't let my apparent mirth at the situation lead you to believe I get off on seeing accidents of this nature. But after having been working from 5am to 2pm without a break or a lunch and dealing with the constant flow of people shopping for stuff they've had ample time to shop for, my Giveashitter had stopped working and the sarcasmatron was on full blast in coordination with my servesyourighter.
Let this be a lesson to you all. When you wake up on December 24th and you suddenly realize your kids have no gifts and there's not a pie or a cobbler to be found in your house. It's time to get your act together, because NOBODY working on Christmas Eve gives two squirts a piss about your problems, and won't until December 26th.
I was walking to the local Mickey D's that's near my work, when I witnessed what looked to be a Transforming hybrid plastic piece of crap Blazer slam into what appeared to be a mid-nineties Pontiac. Now, my immediate reaction was to laugh because THAT'S WHAT YOU FREAKIN' GET FOR SHOPPING ON CHRISTMAS GODDAMNED EVE! But I restrained myself because I know how bad it sucks to be in motor vehicle accidents. Then I snorted when the T.H.P.P.C.B -bounced- off the car and did a full circle run into a light post.
Safer vehicles indeed.
Now, amidst the screams for help and "dial 911!" and so on, nobody could get to the vehicle because everybody else NOT involved in the accident still had plenty of shopping to do. But, eventually someone parked their Suburban assault vehicle in the way to divert traffic and those who were arsed enough to be concerned with the safety of the occupants were able to get there.
As I neared the vehicle on my trek to deep fried delights, I hear above all else "Christmas is ruined!" At this, I began to laugh my ass off because it was at that point I knew that the worst injury was that of their common sense.
And what of the plastic model kit car that runs seemingly on dreams and ego? Well, after what I'm sure was five minutes of hyperventilating, making sure the five hundred bucks worth of shit that was bought was okay, and that enough people were gathered around to warrant them getting out of the vehicle, they emerged.
Nobody was hurt, which I am glad for. And don't let my apparent mirth at the situation lead you to believe I get off on seeing accidents of this nature. But after having been working from 5am to 2pm without a break or a lunch and dealing with the constant flow of people shopping for stuff they've had ample time to shop for, my Giveashitter had stopped working and the sarcasmatron was on full blast in coordination with my servesyourighter.
Let this be a lesson to you all. When you wake up on December 24th and you suddenly realize your kids have no gifts and there's not a pie or a cobbler to be found in your house. It's time to get your act together, because NOBODY working on Christmas Eve gives two squirts a piss about your problems, and won't until December 26th.




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