Just got back from the supermarket on my lunch break, my fragile faith in humanity utterly crushed... I went to *chav*market rather than *more expensive but your fillings are safe*market because it's closer and I was pressed for time. I wish I'd made the effort to go the extra mile.
I was standing in queue behind a woman who was covered in tacky gold jewellry, exceptionally ugly tattoos (I do not wish to annoy those with tattoos in general, these were just really bad) and wearing a strappy top about five sizes too small so her large bottom and rolls of back fat were straining to get free. Say it with me, 'just because you think you're a size six, doesn't mean you are a size six.'
She had a small boy with her, not older than three. He seemed pretty well behaved, just standing there looking around curiously as children do. Then he spotted the rack of chocolate bars next to the till (why do stores do this? Calculated evil and reliance on the nag factor). He picks up a Milky Way and looks up at his mother with a pleading look. She immediately yells 'No! Put it away!' and he cowers slightly and immediately replaces it, good as gold.
However, clearly he (and I for that matter) was a little scared by her response, and he starts to whimper very quietly, not loudly like some bratty kids that don't get their way, just as if he was frightened. The cashier sees he's upset and says 'there there, honey'. The mother looks down, gives him an almighty smack across the ear and says 'don't bother about him, he's just a little cunt.'
I was standing in queue behind a woman who was covered in tacky gold jewellry, exceptionally ugly tattoos (I do not wish to annoy those with tattoos in general, these were just really bad) and wearing a strappy top about five sizes too small so her large bottom and rolls of back fat were straining to get free. Say it with me, 'just because you think you're a size six, doesn't mean you are a size six.'
She had a small boy with her, not older than three. He seemed pretty well behaved, just standing there looking around curiously as children do. Then he spotted the rack of chocolate bars next to the till (why do stores do this? Calculated evil and reliance on the nag factor). He picks up a Milky Way and looks up at his mother with a pleading look. She immediately yells 'No! Put it away!' and he cowers slightly and immediately replaces it, good as gold.
However, clearly he (and I for that matter) was a little scared by her response, and he starts to whimper very quietly, not loudly like some bratty kids that don't get their way, just as if he was frightened. The cashier sees he's upset and says 'there there, honey'. The mother looks down, gives him an almighty smack across the ear and says 'don't bother about him, he's just a little cunt.'
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