Why is it that everywhere I go I run into fucking idiots?
I had the boys with me at the grocery store and we were checking out. The cashier looks at the lady behind us and tells her that she can't use her food stamps on the kind of milk that she's picked out. The lady tells here there was a sign up saying that she could. I tell the cashier that I'll buy the milk. The lady thanks me. The cashier proceeds to say "She's got a lotta milk. You sure you want to buy all that? She can take it back and get another kind." I assure her that I want the buy the 3 and a half gallons of stinking milk. The cashier kind of grumbles "Well, she'll just buy something else with her food stamps..." No fucking shit, Einstein. The lady had 2 or 3 little kids clinging on her and looked like she was ready to pop out the next one any minute. I understand that she will use her food stamps for something else! Maybe more food? Just check my shit out you old grouchy bitch. The old hag was fucking rude the whole time she was checking me out.
When we walked out the cashier was yammering in Spanish to the grocery sacker and LB told me "you know they're talking about you. look!" Good grief, people, just do your freaking job.
We got outside and the boys were freaked out with how the cashier had spoken to me. I told them that they just got to see the biggest bitch in the world and that we will NEVER shop at Food Lion again. And then I apologized for my use of the word bitch. It was better than letting the "c" word out of my mouth though.
I told the boys that if you have a chance to be nice and help someone out then you should do it even if other people don't understand why you are doing it.
BB said to me "Hey, you did something good so I bet something good will happen to you! Maybe we'll win our baseball game tonight!" Don't bet on it my little friend...