A few minutes and so ago I went to the supermarket to buy some cheese and processed slop. You know, like any other man. When I did arive to the register, the cashier (another prick-teasing JB) was wiping the refrigerator crates, and when she actually got back to me she already gave me an attitude. No greeting, no goodbyes. I am already used and after I handed her the money, some which I had to bend down to pick up after fumbling to the ground, I headed outside.
I set foot on the first flight of stairs and immediately fell down with my groceries in hand. It didn't hurt and quickly picked my shit up , but the local homeless man sitting across the railing (which I've seen him sleeping on countless times already) bursted out laughing and loudly asking how I fell.
I set foot on the first flight of stairs and immediately fell down with my groceries in hand. It didn't hurt and quickly picked my shit up , but the local homeless man sitting across the railing (which I've seen him sleeping on countless times already) bursted out laughing and loudly asking how I fell.
when even homeless man laugh at you
