I'm in line today (not on line because I'm in California not NY) at the Berkeley Bowl and somebody behind me taps me on my shoulder. What the fuck? So I turn around and this dip shit asks me if I'm buying the light bulb that's on the conveyor belt. I ask "what?" not believing what I just heard. And he asks me again and I reply "yeah." Then he says "haven't you heard of the coily ones?" and I of course know he's talking about the longer lasting fluorescent bulbs which I don't need in this instance. So I respond and say that I'm familiar and that I own some of those. He then says "oh but you don't want one of those this time?" and I just laugh. What the fuck? What the fuck does he know about what I need this bulb for? Why the fuck does he think it's ok to first of all tap me on my shoulder and give me shit for the fucking light bulb I'm buying? Was this an environmental thing that I needed education on? I don't know because after he made some comment in another language to his girlfriend he proceeded to talk about playing golf. Fucking golf? On a golf course? In Northern fucking California? Have you heard about the fucking drought? Mind your own fucking business asshole. Oh and get a new hat. Knock off Gucci hats are pretty fucking lame.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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