THEN, I make my morning pilgrimage to the Phillip Morris Coffee Conglomerate. There's a HUGE line. I get IN the line. Across the store is an old woman looking at the coffee pots and shit. She sees me, RUNS across the store and gets in line in front of me. Never said a word to me. Not even 'excuse me' or 'thanks'. Just butted right in front of me. If she was there, which she probably was, fine. But fucking acknowledge the fact that you left the line and I let you get back in you crusty old twat!
me
Put them all in homes so they can't bother me...