|typical ordering coffee morning situation thing|
|blank stares. i blink and enter my debit pin; unable to penetrate the cashier's universe. i had asked for beard claws and ear claires and even paul revere cremes but my free jazz absurdity simply wasn't changing the balance on my corporate gift card. this shit may as well have been some junked up shoe cookies up in my jaundice chateau are you ballin with steve. the cashier didn't give me cash back and also didn't get it when i asked if they did cash jews.|
|Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2016-03-10 05:46:16|
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