So me and the BF head over to the grocery store so I can get the remaining necessary ingredients for me to make my broccoli chicken casserole (nomnomnom). I grabbed my can of soup and a bag of broccoli, and he grabs a pair of nail clippers and a bag of salad. We head towards the lines.
I make a straight line towards the express checkout because, hey, its express! and there was no one in line there. I'm just about to the candy racks when Twitchy McAlcohol hops right in front of me with two 40s in hand. Okay. Whatever. But the cashier wasn't at the register, he was bagging at the next one over--so after doing a happy dance right in front of me, essentially pinning me against a gondola, he decides to get in the other line. BF is pissed. He does not like creepy people getting in my personal bubble--and neither do I, obviously.
I go into the empty express lane because the light was on. I figured maybe the cashier just stepped away for a moment (if they didn't come back, I'd just go to another line). Cashier sees me from his bagging position and comes to ring me and BF up (we were ringing separately, not much difference).
Twitchy McCrazyass decides that I stole his place in line. "Hey! I only got two things! Hey let me go ahead of you! I was here! I only got two things!" He starts waving his 40s around erratically, essentially freaking the fuck out
BF holds up his items--by that time I was done ringing up. "How many things am I holding? Two? Yeah? Wait your turn, man. Your beer's not going to drink itself in the next two minutes."
What the hell? If I ever get that hard up for alcohol then I just need to be put down.
I make a straight line towards the express checkout because, hey, its express! and there was no one in line there. I'm just about to the candy racks when Twitchy McAlcohol hops right in front of me with two 40s in hand. Okay. Whatever. But the cashier wasn't at the register, he was bagging at the next one over--so after doing a happy dance right in front of me, essentially pinning me against a gondola, he decides to get in the other line. BF is pissed. He does not like creepy people getting in my personal bubble--and neither do I, obviously.
I go into the empty express lane because the light was on. I figured maybe the cashier just stepped away for a moment (if they didn't come back, I'd just go to another line). Cashier sees me from his bagging position and comes to ring me and BF up (we were ringing separately, not much difference).
Twitchy McCrazyass decides that I stole his place in line. "Hey! I only got two things! Hey let me go ahead of you! I was here! I only got two things!" He starts waving his 40s around erratically, essentially freaking the fuck out
BF holds up his items--by that time I was done ringing up. "How many things am I holding? Two? Yeah? Wait your turn, man. Your beer's not going to drink itself in the next two minutes."
What the hell? If I ever get that hard up for alcohol then I just need to be put down.






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