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The setting is Wal-Mart, ciggie lane. I have one toothbrush, and one toothpaste. No self-checks, and the quick-checks are filled with multiple lines. Two other registers open, this one is shortest.
I was in the back for a moment, a few in front of me. I hear a noise and turn to the lil aisle thing beside me to catch who is there.
Note: I live in the land of redneck. When you see someone with a Black Panther shirt on (who walked up right behind) and someone nearby with a Robert E. Lee + Hank Williams, Jr. shirt on (right in front of me), there is usually some crap hitting the fan soon.
I stood there hugging my hygeine items in a mild way, hoping my martial arts wouldn't kick in so I could run when the fists went flying. When the R.E.Lee shirt guy in front of me turn around (his 6'7''ish to my 5'4'') and grumbled behind his cowboy hat and glasses. He chewed his tobacco for a moment and we locked eyes.
I hear," get you on ahead.. Mmh." And I thank the man. Rare giving of niceness.
That means I am now in this (slow moving) line behind an older woman with only some Drano. Ahead of her is a fritzy woman in her 30's glaring under her multi-toned hair at the cashier.
Turns out, fritzy hair woman was making damned sure her bags only had ONE item each in them. She would snatch and glare, snatch and glare, while the woman in front of me just wheezed angry noises. Behind me, the R.E.Lee shirt guy was humming "The Good Ol' Boys" and the Black Panther shirt guy was ignoring it and on his phone.
After the crazy one-item-bag woman with fritzy hair is gone, line moves fast.
I asked the checker why she had such trouble, was she okay?
Checker says," That dumb blonde thing held up the line. I hate having a sister-in-law."
Lesson: Things are not always as they appear. =3
I was in the back for a moment, a few in front of me. I hear a noise and turn to the lil aisle thing beside me to catch who is there.
Note: I live in the land of redneck. When you see someone with a Black Panther shirt on (who walked up right behind) and someone nearby with a Robert E. Lee + Hank Williams, Jr. shirt on (right in front of me), there is usually some crap hitting the fan soon.
I stood there hugging my hygeine items in a mild way, hoping my martial arts wouldn't kick in so I could run when the fists went flying. When the R.E.Lee shirt guy in front of me turn around (his 6'7''ish to my 5'4'') and grumbled behind his cowboy hat and glasses. He chewed his tobacco for a moment and we locked eyes.
I hear," get you on ahead.. Mmh." And I thank the man. Rare giving of niceness.
That means I am now in this (slow moving) line behind an older woman with only some Drano. Ahead of her is a fritzy woman in her 30's glaring under her multi-toned hair at the cashier.
Turns out, fritzy hair woman was making damned sure her bags only had ONE item each in them. She would snatch and glare, snatch and glare, while the woman in front of me just wheezed angry noises. Behind me, the R.E.Lee shirt guy was humming "The Good Ol' Boys" and the Black Panther shirt guy was ignoring it and on his phone.
After the crazy one-item-bag woman with fritzy hair is gone, line moves fast.
I asked the checker why she had such trouble, was she okay?
Checker says," That dumb blonde thing held up the line. I hate having a sister-in-law."
Lesson: Things are not always as they appear. =3
I know that me and my mother get along much better not living under the same roof anymore.
I've been thinking of forming the Pink Panthers someday, if things get too ugly for gay people I might.
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