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    Posted on January 3rd, 2009 Dan Hughes No comments

    My brother Michael, my friend Jeesely, and I were at some kind of grocery store.  It had to be one of those super Wal-Marts because there was electronics and stuff there too.  I remember that we did not have a lot of money between us. 

    We were going up and down the aisles, looking for various things.  Jeesely kept picking things up off of the shelf that we really couldn’t afford.  (Which, by the way, is totally NOT like her in real life.  She’s got a damned coupon for EVERYTHING.)  I once had to scold her for picking up a small bag of Corn Pops that cost like 4 dollars.

    We couldn’t afford to buy expensive cereals, so I went down the aisle looking for what was cheapest.  Towards the end, corn flakes were on sale for a dollar a box.  I started going towards it, but Michael started complaining that he didn’t like corn flakes.  He and I started to argue about it, and while we were arguing, somebody came by and picked up the last two boxes on the shelf!

     


    I got pissed at Michael and said it’s time for us to check out.  I let them go to the checkout because I needed to get one last thing.  While I was returning, I passed by some of the checkouts where there was this guy with a TV or something, and he was arguing with the cashier about the price he had been quoted.  He said something about the way Mexicans do their work, and how “you know how they are, while we’re negotiating prices.”

    That upset me and I made a comment to the effect that his main problem was the fact that he was a racist.  The look on his face while I declared that to the store was quite satisfying.

    I made my way back to the cashier where Mike was done checking out.  We did about 170 dollars worth of damage, which was well within the expectations Mike had, so we were pretty content.

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