Joe
There's is nothing more aggravating
More blindingly rage inducing than a customer service line with 1/4 working registers
I observe my humanity slip out of my pours and my face turn sour while slant standing with all my weight resting on my back leg
Blinking ,breathing ,impatiently waiting for the employee behind the counter wearing a cape to just look up at me
And think I'm special or with special circumstance to skip the gaunt looking woman in camouflage and a scarf
The dusty looking brown tinted off-white man grinding his stumpy index finger against an even more stumpy thumb
The flawless spectacle shaped like the number 8
Wearing open toed shoes and flesh colored nail polish in tact on the right foot
But chipped on the other
And the alternative looking father and daughter combo he with tie dye house slippers
. His daughter in a tiara dress and open toed matching Sanders
Time has now processed 10 minutes now there is another behind me
I care not to even turn around to describe them
But I can tell they're returning an item they've no receipt for
If God is listening
I beg
Let all these people before me exit the line
Or just teleport to some other greater metropolitan Wal-Mart
If you do not do either of these for me you're not real and you never were
I guess I was right.....
Oh wait they opened up another register?!?!?!?!
Wow.. thanks Joe Pesci
I knew YOU were always real
Pray to Joe Pesci and let ye be blessed
You fucking clown
