How 'Bout You Buy a Box of Shut-the-hell Up
Sometimes I hear the strangest things in the grocery store.
There I was, minding my own business in the soup section, when I hear some girl TWO aisles over talking on her cell phone to someone, presumably her mother. After I got over my initial annoyance at her volume, she then revealed to the entire store that today the doctor had told her she was obese...by one pound.
So naturally, some of the nearby costumers gravitate over to her aisle to see just how fat she really was. And part of me wanted to go too, more so to see whomever it was who was making such a scene.
But then I realized, she WANTS the attention, that's why she's talking so loud.
Then I walked the other way. Attention whores make me sick.
There I was, minding my own business in the soup section, when I hear some girl TWO aisles over talking on her cell phone to someone, presumably her mother. After I got over my initial annoyance at her volume, she then revealed to the entire store that today the doctor had told her she was obese...by one pound.
So naturally, some of the nearby costumers gravitate over to her aisle to see just how fat she really was. And part of me wanted to go too, more so to see whomever it was who was making such a scene.
But then I realized, she WANTS the attention, that's why she's talking so loud.
Then I walked the other way. Attention whores make me sick.
1 Comments:
amen, sister!
fuck whores.
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