I am standing in line at the express checkout. In front of me is a twenty-something couple who have been groping and fondling each other while we waited. The woman is whining that the gourmet cheese she wanted is not sold at this store. When they get to the conveyor belt, they manage to spread their Parcel 41 merlot and six other items across the entire four-foot conveyor belt leaving no room for anyone to put anything else on it. The guy shoves their cart away, and upon noticing my disapproving look, states that “there are people paid to put those away”. Then he smirks as he flashes his platinum card at me before swiping it.
DECLINED.
I almost lost it. Sometimes Karma is so sweet.
I could go into the antics he pulled after that about having great credit, the machine being broken, the cashier not being competent, etc. but we all know that drill.
They left with nothing but HER whine. And no cheese to go with it.
DECLINED.
I almost lost it. Sometimes Karma is so sweet.
I could go into the antics he pulled after that about having great credit, the machine being broken, the cashier not being competent, etc. but we all know that drill.
They left with nothing but HER whine. And no cheese to go with it.



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