Got a short and sour one here.
I was out picking up my paycheck yesterday, and running a few errands, the last of which was grabbing my Blood-Bro from work, We were both starving so we headed to a local sub-shop for some deli-style goodness. Everything went great while we were ordering, but about half way through our meal a trio walks in that's like a progression-series of the scale between Normal and White Trash.
The worst one had on ratty boxers with his jeans slung way too low and no shirt. The place has the Triple-No-S posted, so the guys behind the counter told him he couldn't come in without a shirt on. Can you guess what he did? If you said 'threw a full-blown tantrum, you get a cookie!
It got to the point where even the guys he was with were giving the employees apologetic looks and telling him to just go chill outside since it was a to-go order anyway. I was sniggering into my drink when BB started wrapping the rest of his sub back up and announced, quite loudly "Lets go, the air's starting to get really thick in here," while giving McAsshole Supreme, Hold the Shirt, a dirty look.
I followed suit since, yeah, it was starting to get old and the idiot didn't seem to be running out of steam. I couldn't help but add "Nah, not thick, just stupid," with my own dirty look, just in case the Double No-Brainer w/Sag didn't get it. He turned like he was about to start going off on me, then shut up hard when he found himself looking both BB (6'3") and myself (6'5") in the chest.
BB and I both wished the guys behind the counter a good day and left. While we were getting into the car we saw the slightly-trashy guy escort the popped pimple out to stand on the sidewalk.
I was out picking up my paycheck yesterday, and running a few errands, the last of which was grabbing my Blood-Bro from work, We were both starving so we headed to a local sub-shop for some deli-style goodness. Everything went great while we were ordering, but about half way through our meal a trio walks in that's like a progression-series of the scale between Normal and White Trash.
The worst one had on ratty boxers with his jeans slung way too low and no shirt. The place has the Triple-No-S posted, so the guys behind the counter told him he couldn't come in without a shirt on. Can you guess what he did? If you said 'threw a full-blown tantrum, you get a cookie!
It got to the point where even the guys he was with were giving the employees apologetic looks and telling him to just go chill outside since it was a to-go order anyway. I was sniggering into my drink when BB started wrapping the rest of his sub back up and announced, quite loudly "Lets go, the air's starting to get really thick in here," while giving McAsshole Supreme, Hold the Shirt, a dirty look.
I followed suit since, yeah, it was starting to get old and the idiot didn't seem to be running out of steam. I couldn't help but add "Nah, not thick, just stupid," with my own dirty look, just in case the Double No-Brainer w/Sag didn't get it. He turned like he was about to start going off on me, then shut up hard when he found himself looking both BB (6'3") and myself (6'5") in the chest.
BB and I both wished the guys behind the counter a good day and left. While we were getting into the car we saw the slightly-trashy guy escort the popped pimple out to stand on the sidewalk.
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