recent irritations:
What's with some male vocalists and their gross singing habits? I hate those *******s that sound like the helmet-wearing common relative of Mush Mouth and Van Morrison. GET THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR MOUTHS.
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Ahead of schedule at work in terms of product rolled to floor: No customers in sight, no having to squirm and duck around slow-moving, oblivious pieces of shit in my way. Smooth sailing.
Way too much to do, behind schedule: CUSTOMERS EVERYWHERE, in the way, all the time. GET THE **** OUT OF THE WAY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE. How many times do I need to say "excuse me, please" or "right behind you with a giant cart of shoes" before I'm just a breath short of saying MOVE YOUR ASS??
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Isn't there some point in a child's demonic screaming fit where their parents just say "ENOUGH!"? Does that ever happen? Are people afraid to tell their kid to knock it off?
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and lastly, I'm congested but my nose is running like the tap.
how does this even make sense?
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