Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, animals both domesticated and wild, dōmo arigatō misutā Robotto!
Ah, another Monday, where the coffee cannot be strong enough, the workday cannot be short enough and the paycheck cannot be displaced enough.
Yesterday, at my local grocery store, I had an interesting encounter at the checkout line. In front of me was a well-to-do looking woman wearing a new fox fur coat, perhaps faux fur, Gucci sun glasses and diamond earrings.
When the woman left, and it was my turn, the cashier and bag person started insulting this woman, who was now packing her groceries into the trunk of her silver Lexus. They were saying how this woman had no business driving a new car, how her jewelry cost more than their own cars, how she was a piece of garbage and a thief, and I to myself thought, why do people feel the need to insult people because they have nicer things? That woman, I was convinced, worked very hard to afford all those luxuries.
The cashier went on about about how she pays for her food with food stamps, and how every time she comes into the store, she has some brand new thing--be it a car, new clothes, jewelry. It seems the workers are rather put off by her use of taxpayer funds.
So, dear reader, what's your opinion?
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Later Fiends.
Ah, another Monday, where the coffee cannot be strong enough, the workday cannot be short enough and the paycheck cannot be displaced enough.
Yesterday, at my local grocery store, I had an interesting encounter at the checkout line. In front of me was a well-to-do looking woman wearing a new fox fur coat, perhaps faux fur, Gucci sun glasses and diamond earrings.
When the woman left, and it was my turn, the cashier and bag person started insulting this woman, who was now packing her groceries into the trunk of her silver Lexus. They were saying how this woman had no business driving a new car, how her jewelry cost more than their own cars, how she was a piece of garbage and a thief, and I to myself thought, why do people feel the need to insult people because they have nicer things? That woman, I was convinced, worked very hard to afford all those luxuries.
The cashier went on about about how she pays for her food with food stamps, and how every time she comes into the store, she has some brand new thing--be it a car, new clothes, jewelry. It seems the workers are rather put off by her use of taxpayer funds.
So, dear reader, what's your opinion?
<<<>>>
As a public service announcement for all you horror fans, check out Sick On Sin. They have some awesome zombie paraphernalia like these buttons:
Later Fiends.
