Today, my wife and I were walking towards the check-out line of a Michael's (we were buying lovely closet-organization paraphernalia, because I no longer own a pair of testicles) and locked eyes with a lady who was on an equidistant path to the same register. The lady did one of those quick-footed shuffles to get in front of us and then proceeded to camp out at the register with her unnecessarily gigantic purse.
AFTER every item had been rung-up, she pulled out her checkbook. 20 minutes later (give or take 13 minutes), she was done. If I could have reached one of the paint-it-yourself birdhouses, I would have stabbed her in the throat with it.



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