So I run down to the local gas station for a couple things. It’s a gas station. Sure there are a few people out there getting gas. I’m the only one in the store portion. I grab a couple things. The total is $13 something. Yes, I do have a couple $20 in my wallet. I also have a $5 and a bunch of $1’s. So I take out the $5 and start taking out the $1’s.
You did not just put your hand on the counter and start drumming your fingers in impatience. Fuck. You. Gas station boy. You don’t like taking 1$ bills from me as payment? How about you go fuck yourself, and the girlfriend you’ve got on the cellphone fuckwad. What? Suddenly you’re special because you work at the gas station that happens to stay open a bit later then the rest? Listen kiddo, you need to re-think what it is you’re doing for a living. Get off the fucking cell phone and do your fucking job! I don’t care if you’re only making $8/hour you privileged little fuck. Get a degree and make more, shit-for-brains. Until then, do your fucking job and tell girlfriend to keep her little problems until you get home. What? You fucked up the register which is designed for monkeys to run it and now I’m passively aggressively drumming my fingers on the counter and you’re giving me a dirty look? Too fucking bad, ass-wipe.