"I've got time" says the fat fuck Evening, Shitizens and Dietizens! I know it’s a bit after Christmas, but I’ve been busy with work/school, and I don’t have all the time to sit and write out a text post. However, tell me if this sounds familiar: I am in line to check out on this glorious day before Christmas Eve at my local grocery store. No biggie; I’ve got like 6-7 items. One thing I’m missing is double sided tape, good for decorations and the like, which I’m doing. It’s a type of grocery store that has some daily household stuff, not the variety of Walmart or Target but decent. This hog of a cashier, one I’ve seen in public (small town) in a scooty puff, of course forced to stand for its money, asks if I’ve found everything ok. No, I say, asking about my precious double sided tape. “Nah, not really, but we’ve got this end shelf thingy over here where there’s some Scotch Magic Tape.” “Oh, I’ll go look really fast,” I say as he’s still ringing me up. The line behind me gets this ‘here we go’ look, but I move with speed of course. I don’t see it among the...fucking school supplies he pointed me to. Oh well, I go back. “Find it?” No, I affirm, but that’s ok. He proceeds to tell me I missed and and to go back. No thanks, I’m not trying to take forever I reply, but he keeps pushing me to just go back, and I’m starting to get a little bit of social anxiety from him pushing me and the line behind me forming. It’s Christmas Eve nobody has time for this! No thanks, I reaffirm. I’ll look later. “I have plenty of time,” he says, as if I give a fuck about him. I look back up and muster a bit of coldness and finally say no, really, I’m more concerned about the line behind me. I’ll look again later. After I’m all checked out I go back. It’s basic tape. Not double sided. He asks over the person he’s helping if I found it, I say very loudly ‘that wasn’t what I was looking for’ and head on my merry way. I’ll be avoiding that fucking pushy asshole for a while.