Glorious Rite Aid Shitlording I went to Rite Aid tonight to get hair dye, because I'm getting a pixie cut soon and although I'd LOVE to either keep it its current shade of red or go for a deep, plummy burgundy, fucking tumblristas and "quirky" SJWs have ruined short hair in rich colors for me. (I settled for deep golden brown, but I digress.) As soon as I get in line, I hear the conversation between the customer in front of me and the cashier. The cashier asks if they're having a party, and the customer laughs and says, "No, it's just my night off! I wasn't aware this was party stuff!" I look up and realize three things: The cashier is a very trim Asian shitlord of a man, the customer is the cashier I usually see at night (looks like your typical basement dwelling d&d player- pubes on his face, shitty tattoos, and an all around fat fuck) and number three-  the reason for the fatness of number two is the sheer volume of garbage he's buying. Three party size bags of chips, at least one box of cookies, and two bottles of Starbucks beetus.  But I bet you he's fat because of condishuns!