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It’s
2am
and I find myself in the 24 hour supermarket shopping. I have nothing better
else to do, but this. Well, actually
I hate the crowds and at this time of the morn I can careen down the aisles
pretending to be a race car driver. So I get what I need which is just a bunch
of crap, but it’s better than what I had before which is nothing.
I’m on
the line spacing out, Dean’s World and
five minutes pass and I’m like what the fuck-I’m in the same damn
spot. The cashier who happens to be a
fellow Islander and I know this because I had spoken to her earlier as I tried
to get ask her a few questions about the sale prices because I basically don’t
know what the fuck I’m doing. Just like earlier in the aisles she’s clueless
and I begin to wonder how the fuck she got this job. I realize she’s probably
new so I cut her some slack and wait patiently as she argues with this guy about
his WIC check. I’m thinking who gives a fuck just ring the shit up because
it’s 2 fucking am in the morn, but this lady is playing by the rules. Again I
cut her more slack because by this time I’m getting steamed but I don’t want
to complain and next thing she loses her job can’t feed her kids, gets on
welfare has to start turning tricks and then she’s dead-all because I wasn’t
patient. So I keep quiet but I’m quietly utilizing my hip hop vocabulary of
misogyny .Finally the guy loses his cool and another cashier comes to assist. 2
am and this is where I am in a fucking grocery store
at the mercy at some inept cashier.
2-2-06
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