The following is a true story:
I stopped at the VP to grab smokes & the bag if ice I forgot while at the grocers
I politely opened the door for the only other person in the parking lot, an older lady with her 2 grand kids
I got my ice & she was at the register.
I stood in line behind her as she began ordering lotto tickets
A line formed behind me as she continued...
I noticed ahispanic man, a teen, a guy my age, an older biker, another guy my age & a coupla hot younger chucks
We all shared the same disgust & disdain at the woman who was still ordering her lotto
After singly picking $156.00 worth of lotto, she stayed in front of the only check out open & began scanning her picks from the Wednesday drawing.......about 75 different tickets
The cashier was inviting me up to make my purchase, but that old bitch would not get outta the way
I stood, pressing against her side, as I swiped my card...she didn't move
I "accidently" bumped her with my ice on my way out & shared a glance of satisfaction with the crowd as she jumped from the cold...
when outside I noticed my 4runner, beside it a decked out low rider mazda pick up. Next to that an old Mustang, parked by that an equally nice tuner car Celica. On the other side of me was an old Indian motorcycle & next to that was a crotch rocket....
My point is that even tho we all shared an interest in wanting to kill that bitch
We were obviously interested in different types of vehicles, yet all still gear heads just the same
So, my friends, can we all get along? Yes, I think we can!
all of us but that wack job, lotto lady