As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
One of the main reasons I go places is to get the hell away from life. The Thrift is one such place that you should not expect problems as I have been in there for year and all goes pretty good. Last time I thanked an Amish mother for having such well behaved children, she beamed and said thank you. It is nice to hear her little girls say, "Mama" about every 30 seconds in showing her something or asking her things as it sounds like a kitten purring.
So I got a pair of Nike shoes for 3.50. That is the first pair of Nike's I have ever owned. Red ones too boot. I was standing in line behind a big ole blonde who had a pile of chit and in front of her was this skank looking thing, that looked like the witch from the Wizard of Oz.
I will just cal her Crack Head Skank.
So she has a pile of shit and T and I make a point of it, that when we get into line we have things sorted, hangers removed and are ready for the fastest possible exit to not keep other people waiting. The Skunk Bitch though has these 12 spatulas laid out, and I was watching her and trying to figure out how long this is going to take, when I get in on the conversation of the clerk we know there and she is a sweetheart.
Skank Bitch : All of the spatulas are 60 to 70 cents, except these two for a dollar. I will buy them all if the price is 60 cents.
Nice Lady: The price is on them and I can not do anything about that.
Skank Bitch repeats herself with more demads.
Nice Lady: I just volunteer here. If you would like to take them in the back and talk to the people who price things, you are welcome to do that.
Skank Bitch: (Sorting through clothes now and FOLDING THEM on the counter taking more time) Well these clothes have some problems.
Nice Lady is looking like, "I don't want nor need this".
Skank Bitch: Do you know anything about the spot on this blouse?
Nice Lady: No I do not.
The woman in front of me is starting to burst out laughing. The Nice Lady looks at me, and I raise the Nikes and punch them with my fist as that is what this Skank needs.
Skank then mumbles something and just takes off to the back with some clothes.
Nice Lady asks me where she has gone and wonders if it is about the spatulas.
At this point, Nice Lady asks the blonde what she has to check out as the Skank has not begun checking out. Blonde tells us to go ahead as we have two items. I thank her and we check out and I apologize to the Nice Lady as no one else is. She just shrugs as a Christian Protestant says it will all go away and asks if I know the Skank as she has never seen her before. I say I have not and all is a mystery as we check out and leave.
We once had an idiot kid I road the bus with try and jew down the people there on the price of a meat grinder, but they would have none of it. In most cases, prices in the Thrift are low enough that people just pay things. I wait numbers of times and things go on quarter sale. I have a wall full of clothes I got from the Thrift and they are all 25 cent clothes. I know they are USED and people put them in there because they probably have something wrong with them. I can not image the man or lesbian who has to be around the Skunk. If she reproduced I imagine she slapped the baby breast feeding off her teats for sucking over the 25 suckles alowed.
Unpleasant people are a reality in life. Each time I meet them, I hope they die in these End Times. They are a gnawing cancer on the society we live and the reason these bitches get away with all of this is because no one tells them to fuck off.
So that bothered me that I had to be nice and minister to the Nice Lady and be extra thanking to the Blonde to balance things out for the Skank Bitch. Good does come around as I let a guy in front of us in the grocery and the Blonde returned the blessing to us.
I got the Nikes as I want extra tennis shoes when things get bad as the idea of making leather shoes does not appeal to me or shoes with car tires on the bottom.
Oh well, God saw Skank Bitch and she will die. She looks like a walking cancer ad in that is what is in her sour soul and she will die from as she stinks her way to hell.
Nuff Said.
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