I am completely sick of every old mother-fucker coming in and having to comment on the weather. "Boy, looks like we may get rain today..." Yeah, well no shit, asshole. You must have been outside to make a grand judgement like that. You know, it's a funny thing, outside is a place I have to be to get from home to here. Therefore I did take notice of the black sky at 11:00am. I swear that no matter what's happening outside, these old farts will be perpetually dumbfounded by the weather... and then have to come in to the supermarket to tell me all about it!

They all like to offer their own opinion on the matter as if they may have some personal insight to everything in life and the rest of us are too blind or too stupid to survive on our own. I don't give a shit if some part of your body hurts or swells or whatever meaning something will happen that only you can foresee, I heard the report same as you did, buddy-boy. Yeah, you're the only one in town with an AM radio. And yes, I'm sure that it won't rain today just because you remembered to bring your umbrella with you and you are always such the unfortunate loser. Heard that one only four-hundred times. And by the way, thanks, everyone, for trying to warn me about the horrible weather when it's too fucking late for me to do anything anyway because by the time you see me I've already left my house!

Perhaps these noble weather-creatures are attracted to supermarkets because of their large windows. That way the old-fucks can keep a constant check on things and spread their divine wisdom at the same time. Or maybe, just maybe, the huge clouds in the sky are the only thing left in this world that they can still see and talking to the store clerks about it is just something they do due to the constant boredom of their aged and irksome lives.

Are you getting too old? Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.