No, I'm not reading from the Blagojevich wiretap transcripts; it's the sentiment I experienced at my local Target.
I was just yelled at by Overly-Stressed Shopping Lady for putting last Razor Scooter in my cart. "I was going to take that!" she exclaimed, while pushing her cart toward me at a frightening rate of speed. I apologized and offered her a ride home. On my SCOOTER.
Ok, I said the last part to myself in my head. She was, um, "not small" and could have busted my ass. And my scooter.
But O-SSL must have superhero mind reading powers, because as she brushed past me -- clearly not grasping the concept of "personal space" -- she dropped the *Merry F-bomb Christmas.* I would have felt bad, but I was laughing too hard. In my head.
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