Cork That Arse PleaseDear mam,
As I stood behind you in the checkout line at Walgreens it occurred to me that maybe you had issues reading the credit card swipe machine thing. It clearly stated that in fact, "no you can not get $60 back in cash as it only allows up to a $20 maximum", but no, that didn't stop you from repeatedly trying the same swipage over and over until finally on the 7th try the nice Hindi cashier, training the special needs fellow, decided to tell you about the policy. Fine. So be it. All I wanted was a bag of minty cough drops, and some apple juice after all. But that was not enough. After 10 minutes of struggling with the aforementioned machine you decided to let off a wee bit of SBD, just before leaving. Talk about marking your territory. This was about the foulest fart I have ever had the privilege of stumbling upon. Be that as it may, what the fukk did I ever do to you, except for maybe tap my foot a smidge impatiently? I am not sure what you ate for lunch but my GOD! right there in front of me? Seriously? You couldn't hold it for say five more seconds?