To the Old Fart who cut in front of me in line at the grocery store yesterday...
I hope your Depends overflow with diarhea.
To the Blue Hairs that made it their life's goal to trap me in the isles with them at the grocery store yesterday...
I hope your orthopedic shoes rot.
To the little old lady who smelled like a shoe and had so many kids she didn't know what to do at the grocery store yesterday...
Take a bath and get your tubes tied.
To the iliterates who couldn't read the self-checkout screen directions at the grocery store yesterday...
Apparently you could read the food stamp application.
To the non-English speaking mosiers who constantly got in my way at the grocery store yesterday...
This is America- learn the language or GET OUT!
To the management of the grocery store...
I know we are in the Midwest but there are fruits and veggies other than apples and corn.
To the million and one people who told me my son lost his shoe at the grocery store yesterday...
No shit?!
To the guy who almost hit me in the parking lot at the grocery store yesterday...
You would've heard the name I called you if you hadn't been blasting country music. Country music should NEVER be blasted, but then again you did have a mullet.
To everyone who was not at the grocery store yesterday...
I'm jealous.