A Fat Bastard

So today, after dropping off the parents at the O.I.A., I stopped by the damn green Wal-Mart to get some water. Got the water and noticed there were only two open registers. This was at 8:30 am!

Ok, so I went to this line where a fat bastard porker beeotch was purchasing a shitload of items.

The lady rang up this bastard and all of a sudden, bastard leaves. She said she wanted to get one of those foil pan thingies for baking. After about a minute the beeotch comes back, and tells the register lady that she couldn't find it, and if she can look for it and bring her one.

I was already getting impatient. Register lady comes back and brings the pan thingie, and the bastard asks how much it costs. She told the lady to go ahead and ring it up.

Beeotch whipped out her personal checks and I got more pissed. Here we go again, I'm always stuck behind these slow-asses or personal check users. What the hell this ain't the 70's! Use your gawd damn debit card!

Then the bastard realized she does not have enough funds, as the grocery bill came up to about $80. She then brings out her credit card, and it gets declined.

I'm like, what the hell, and immediately headed for the other register as there was an opening. Paid for my shiat, and at the same time saw the fat bastard leave without her groceries since she cannot pay for them. The register lady was so pissed, she had already bagged those, and she had to bring them back to the go-backs section.

What a porker, and an idiot. Screw those people.