i am the opposite of patient. anyone slower than me who doesn't get out of my way is a problem, a serious problem. at the wrong (or right?) time, such wasters of time are the
only problem. at 7:30 in the morning i don't give a fuck about any person on this planet, unless they are in my way. and in that case then i care about such a person only enough to wish they would go away permanently. ever lose precious time stuck behind a slow fatass nasty broad with 74.4 kids who couldnt get her crusty EBT card to work the first 42 times when you're trying to pay for your freshly made food with cash in a prompt and efficient manner? honestly with wait times like these it's no wonder that people on welfare don't have jobs. they'd be late for everything and get fired by day 3. race has little to do with it though. it's socioeconomic, so please re-read all that i have written before coming at me with the faux outrage. down south the slow fatass nasty broads with 74.4 kids that take too long with their crusty EBT cards (and ghastly accents) are pretty much all white, but equally as repulsive and in the damn way. but i don't live down south anymore, and i thank god every day for that. i live in brooklyn, a far superior place where there just happens to not be many white people period, let alone white slow walking welfare cases with too many children that get in the damn way. so don't get it twisted m'lady...
exactly! aside from the fact that being packed into a small deli with a bunch of people who aren't actually getting anything IN the deli is not particularly enjoyable in any way, "that bitch" should keep her kids out of my way so i don't trip over them or get held up by them, losing precious time, as they obstruct my pathway by hanging around moping in horizontal lines or circles. and god bless them if they step on my sneakers because that right there is the unacceptable of unacceptables.
the only other thing more annoying in public venue is the bitch/bastard carrying a giant bag that they can't keep to themselves, so in turn i have come up with a simple guideline for interpersonal activity in public venue:
"your bags are an extension of you, and so are your damn kids. so keep them out of the motherfuckin way please.

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