These are the fucks that, for no apparent reason, will fill up a bag with say, loose potatoes, and immediately drop the bag back on to that same pile and forget about it. I don't give a flying fuck if you changed your mind or even if you never wanted them, empty the damn bag! I really hate those assholes that leave them under the misters. EWWWW!! It's because of these retarded people that they have to put those child safety warnings on plastic bags, the dumb cunts keep leaving them everywhere!

This is why I feel people need to apply for a license before they have kids. It seems that those most unqualified to have children always end up with an entire litter of little fucked-up kids. If you can't handle the responsibilities of your own twat let alone your children that are smashing the store apart, you need to have your uterus ripped out and force-fed to you!

What it is about supermarkets that can sap the intelligence out of people when they shop? Doctors, lawyers, scientists, it means nothing. Even the retarded give me less trouble then you assholes. "Ohhh! The apples are only 69 cents a pound?!? Great!" Nope, WATERMELON is 69 cents a pound, dumbass. Okay, I admit that the signs were close to each other but each one is LABLED! You seemed to have no problem reading the 69 part, I guess it's only the letters that gives you problems. "Well, it's very misleading..." Yeah, but only if you are from Madagascar and don't know a lick of the English language! Buy a clue.

Without fail, at least ten people a day decide to walk backwards with their cart causing them to crash into me. And let's not forget the morons that walk forward but with their heads spun around looking the other way. ::CRASH:: I mean, just what the fuck were you thinking anyway?!? Wake up asshole!

Some customers have developed the annoying habitude of rearranging a previously asked question and shooting it right back to me for a second try. This is especially true when answering their questions with the word "no." Trying to perform a Jedi Mind Trick on me?!? Why do we have to run the gamut every single time? LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY THE FIRST FUCKING TIME I TELL YOU WITHOUT QUESTION! Why must you always make me rearrange my answer and hand it right back to your dumb ass again and again and again?

Okay, perhaps the problem here has to do with me working in an "upper-class" supermarket but it seems to me that no one knows how to use knives or they simply don't own them. It's not unusual at all for some lazy cunt to walk over and hand me a head of cauliflower and tell me to cut it up for them because "my son is coming home from college and he loves cauliflower," or even simply, "I have to make a dinner tonight." I would never have ever dreamed of doing something like that at a supermarket, where do ideas like that come from? I mean, of course we'll do it (and quadruple the price on your ass) but it's not like we ever advertised this practice. And I don't know if this means anything or not but I've never had a man ask me, always women. Lazy damn bleeders!

If only my kindergarten classroom paid the extra buck twenty-two for blocks with letters and numbers on them instead of pictures of fruit, things may be a lot different for me now.