At the grocery store, with my visibly sick grandmother ( she is going through chemo ) and there are supposed to be two lines for the self checkouts, they are marked with bright orange fucking tape, how can you miss it?? Well every person there decides to line up in one line. So I tell my grandmother lets just get in this line, mind you if I had of been by myself I would have waited at the back of the one line.
Well the guy at the end of the line starts running his mouth. He comes and stands next to us with his cart load full of groceries, as opposed to our pack of stew meat. When the next thing opens up, he takes off like a bat out of fucking hell, almost runs my grandmother over, then shoots us a dirty look.
Sure. You are in your mid 40"s and healthy, but you can shove my grandmother out of the way, and go first.
Asshole. Prick.
Ride - Lana Del Rey
Challenge accepted lol
