hobie16 wrote:I like the morons that slam you with shopping carts in the check out line. I'll give them two shots but on the third I'll butt slam the cart into their stomach. It's just flat amazing how much space I get after that.
I had something like that happen to me the other day, I work right across the street from a mall, so sometimes I walk over to Nordstrom’s Café for lunch, as I am walking toward the store, these two... erm, very
large woman, practically come running past me and scamper into Nordstrom’s. I have an hour for lunch and I was in no hurry, so I shrugged it off.
I caught up with them near the escalators and got on right behind them, they raced to the café like they were nearing the end of a 5 mile marathon, got right in the doorway and STOPPED. I mean, just freaking parked there and oohed and ahhed over the menu. But, they were so huge I could not get around them into the restaurant without shoving one of them out of the way! I already knew what I wanted to order, so I went around a table to get into the café and took my place in line.
The two chicks finally decided what they wanted to eat, must have realized I was ahead of them. As I am standing there staring off into outer space, something hits me right in that spot behind your knee. I turned and there was the fat chick with an arm load of shopping bags. I took a step forward, thinking I was in the way. A few seconds later, the bag hit me again. I moved up. Again, a few seconds after that, she did it again, this time, really clobbering the back of my knee!
I turned around and yelled, “IF YOU HIT ME WITH YOUR GODDAMN BAG ONE MORE TIME, I WILL PUT MY FOOT RIGHT UP YOUR ASS!” Of course, everyone in the room stopped to stare at me, but she backed up three steps and meekly said, “Sorry.”
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