I'd last about an hour as a clerk inside a store invariably I'd shoot my mouth off about someone's daughter dressing like a ***** or making comments about the dreadful things consumed which would include a good 99% of the people in the room
I'd eventually end up getting my lights punched out after ******* someone as a fat *** undiscerning lout or cracking some aside regarding what comprises that crud and making faces of revulsion "you'd be better off eating mud" ewwwww, you really eat that stuff? this store should be sued for selling such bluff
children with diabetes, a third of adults obese the courtesy clerk dies a little for lack of surcease line after line of vapid consumers mindless knee-**** impetuosity belay the rumors what's an adulterant, what's a filler? propylene glycol alginate, yum yum sorbitan mono sterate, shut up and eat it, its fun! I can't even pronounce it, much less do I care need I be a scientist to enjoyably savor fare
Go ahead and poison yourself the quirky clerk exclaimed its ever so clear you're stupid and lame stay mired in your pig-headed muck of ignorance you're exactly what they want another brain dead consumer a regular culinary savant stuff your face with no remorse nor heed no worries, the clerk of little courtesy knows your need he'll limply wheel out your cart of miserable choices for you and wise-crack some snarky rejoinder then promptly get beaten, black and blue
The silent musings of an overly sensitive, audacious, contemptuous, impudent puritanical bag boy.