except for when you've got like a sandwich from the deli and a drink and get stuck behind 4 old people who can't technology and all of them are trying to check out their entire month's supply of groceries by themselves and the employee working the self checkout has to keep bouncing from one terminal to the next like a frenetic hamster because the goddamn octogenarians can't figure out how to ring up rutabaga, like any sane person even buys that.
And you haven't eaten in 47 hours and your blood sugar is flooring like you're going to pass out any second and these stupid old fucks could've just gone through the normal line and gotten the help they clearly fucking need... but no. they have to try and prove something.
FUCK YOU OLD PEOPLE. I HOPE YOUR CHILDREN STICK YOU IN A NURSING HOME RUN BY THE ARGENTINE CHILDREN OF ESCAPED NAZI WAR CRIMINALS WHO KEEP YOU CHAINED TO YOUR BEDS FOR 23.5 HOURS A DAY SO THAT YOU CAN CONTEMPLATE WHY EXACTLY YOU NEEDED TO PURCHASE 44 LBS OF CANNED GOODS LIKE IT'S STILL THE FUCKING DEPRESSION. NO WONDER YOU GRANDKIDS NEVER VISIT ANYMORE YOU SAD FUCKS.
FUCK OLD PEOPLE. THEY'RE THE REMNANTS OF FORMERLY VIBRANT HUMAN BEINGS WHO USED TO GO TO CLUBS AND READ INTERESTING BOOKS AND HAVE IDEAS AND INTERESTS AND FUCKING AMBITION. AND NOW THEY JUST EXIST TO REMIND US OF OUR OWN FUCKING MORTALITY.
FUCK
I AM GOING TO DIE!!!