You place the cans on the conveyor belt and fish out your meager cash from your wallet. The bastard stares at you ashen faced with fear and hatred. A dangerous combo. "Paper or plastic?" your foe asks in a quavering voice.
"Paper," you answer in a rough ready to fight voice. It is taking the little bastard forever to ring up and sack your items. Finally you pay with the Chris Titan Credit Union debit card. With a sore face of hatred, the little fucker bags your goods. You cast your hungry eyes past that to the middle aged Asian lady who is walking around with her button-up shirt half undone. You can see the funky nipples of her small tight breasts. You feel the surge in your pants.
AS you go outside the store and inspect your bag of grocery's, you notice that the sum of a bitch has squeezed your bread into a unnatural shape with his hand as he sacked it. The fucking crazy piece of bile!
⤓ Hold your wayword tongue by the McFing6