Break Yourself

The conversation while standing in line at Costco:

Two items in my hand, stroll up behind a gentleman and wait, then comes the bitch.

Bitch: I was in front of you. (Cart filled with items)

Me: I’ve been standing here for a couple of minutes and you were not here.

Bitch: That’s because I was reading the back of that DVD over there and the line moved forward and I didn’t realize it.

Me: Oh. Well, I only have two items.

Bitch: That’s nice. (Moves in front of me)

People, if you are the type of bitch represented in this post, I want to take the nearest sharp object and stab you in the jugular.

End of story.