Even If It's Not Free, It's For Me

Why do people feel like they are entitled to something, anything, everything?

Case and point…  

I’m at the grocery on Saturday with my brother Dave.  He’s pushing the cart, and as he is old, could not keep up with my 45 year old svelte, young self.  Ha!

I’m going into the produce section for lettuce, and green onions.  Don’t ask.  There I came upon a woman and her daughter at the grapes.  

They’ve opened a bag, and proceeded to eat them.   Not tasting to see if they were sweet enough, just…plain…eating them.

My Mother, God rest her soul, would taste one, much to my embarrassment, and buy them if they were up to her standards.  Buy being the operative word.  

This woman didn’t buy a fucking grape; she just munched them like it was her motherfucking right!  Who does this shit?

And then...

I was told a story Saturday by the lovely, talented woman who runs the U-Scan at my local Kroger.  I heart her.

A man who comes in regularly, decides that the salad bar is a free for all.  

This dude is not putting fixings into a plastic container to pay for like he’s supposed to.  Oh no, he is fucking eating right off the salad bar!

The produce manager comes out, and says, “You can’t do that."  

This dude says, and I quote from the lovely, talented woman...

“Why not, you young whippersnapper?  I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

Really?  WTF!

Why do some people think they are entitled to do whatever they want?

I was very vocal about the grape woman.  She paid no mind, of course.

What the hell is wrong with people?  Am I just noticing this shit as I get older?  Has this been going on all along, and I didn’t care?

More than likely, but still I say, what the ever loving fuck!

Thank God I wasn’t at Walmart.  The smell alone keeps me away from that place.

Zooooves!!

Sunday Morning Church Disservice: An Epidemic of Rudeness

It’s going to be sunny and 88 on this Sabbath and first day of August in Bagwine, Ohio.

Hopefully, my 11-7 shift at the Beer Mine today will be full of beautiful views of boob sweat.

Even if my stint at work is devoid of clammy cleavage, I at least hope that my day will be better than it was yesterday.

While typically most of our customers are wonderful people, yesterday was simply chock full of rude.

I don’t know what the problem was, but I came across a gaggle of grumpy people and even a handful of pure assholes.

I hate it when people are mean. I shook my head in befuddlement several times, but the rude continued to ooze through.

Hell, the rudeness was so thick in the air that at one point I looked down at the ground in disgust and even my shadow gave me the finger...


What the fuck is up with that?

Oh well…I pray to the Holy Baby Jeebus that today will bring nothing but smiles, laughter, nice people, and as I said earlier…lotsa boob sweat shots.

Amen, and Amen.

See ya all later tonight. Enjoy your Sunday.

Cheers!!