Fuck you and your Scootypuff. So I'm at the grocery store heading over to the protein powder section, but on the way to that section was the wine and beer. Now, on a side note, I am highly allergic to alcohol, if it touches my skin I get a rash. So I tend to avoid that aisle. At the end of the aisle are the finest wines $100+. I pass by the section at the exact time as this fat fucking buffhuffer on his goddamn scootypuff and he rolls over my fucking foot. This caused me to hop into the EXPENSIVE wine and break three bottles. I have wine soaking my pants and I'm freaking out because this rash is going to sting like hell in about two minutes and he's fucking laughing at me! Two employees came over and help me out, get me to the women's room so I could wash up, and guess who was stuck with a $415 bill? That mother fucker.