So I went to pick up a few things at the grocery store before coming in to work today. I was running a tad late but figured no problem, I only needed three items so I could cruise through the express checkout. WRONG!
First, there was only one other checkout open. Second, the cashier was checking through an old broad who obviously couldn't count, and was way past the 12-item limit. Third, this other woman was standing about ten feet behind old broad's cart. I asked her if she was in line, and she just looked through me as if I wasn't even there, not even acknowledging my existence. "Well, are you?" I repeated. Again, it was as if I was The Invisible Man.
Kitty, where are you when I need you? That biatch was lookin' for some Kittyfication all over her black ass (her colour really is irrelevant). Man, I wish I had your chutzpah.
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If you need Kitty to go into battle for you, Bob, why not try channeling him next time you're in a situation like this. Say, "what would Kitty do" three times and click your heels together and then let his voice take over your body. I only hope you'll be able to get rid of him again after
I hope so, too. Then again, I would probably look alright in leopard print.
If you decide to shop in leopard anything I would like a private viewing.
What you shoulda done was walk in front of her, into line and get then said "Can you hear men now?" and when she starts to talk, say it's too late. Ignore, rinse repeat.
Now why didn't *I* think of that.
I kinda did, but thought that I might end up making a spectacle. Damn! See what I mean about not having your chutzpah?
Well see you have that little part of the mind that me and Sophia Patrillo don't have. An Internal Censor ...
Just promise me you’ll use the line the next time the situation warrents.
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