They say that confession is good for the soul. Well, sadly, this is a true story.
I ran into a local gas station this morning seeking a PowerBar. As I was standing in a very long line with a very frazzled cashier, a little person began to lose his mind over the fact that they had run out of the single serving cups of hazelnut creamer. Now understand, there's getting upset and then there's the shit-flipping tirade this diminuative individual launched into. The resulting conversation went something like this:
Me: "You okay there bud?" (Please note that this was at 6:45 am and I was nowhere in the same zip code as awake.)
Guy: "No I'm !@#$%^&* not! They're out of !@#$%^&* hazelnut creamer!" More vulagrity ensues.
Me: "It's not that big a deal dude. I'm sure the girl at the counter can get some more for you. Take a breath."
Guy: "I'm an air traffic controller. I'm on the way to work. I need my !@#$%^&* coffee!!!"
Me: (without missing a beat) "When did Munchkinland get an airport?"
I am such an asshole.
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