What your cashier really thinks about your crotch dropping.

I am two fucking steps away from declaring all-out war on fucking breeders. >(
(and christians too, but for slightly different reasons)
And I say this at the risk of offending people. People I actually like. But I've been holding it in far too long, and it's getting to me.

So.

Look, worthless women. Close your fucking legs and get a fucking job or something, but STOP SPLURTING OUT THE BABIES! Just STOP. Does overpopulation mean anything to you? Does I'M SICK TO FUCKING DEATH OF SCREAMING INFANTS mean anything to you? Go on. Get off your back and let us see that you're good for something besides shitting out kids.


And ya know, when other customers are complaining about the amount of screaming, crying, whining children in a store, you know it's a bad sign for the people who work there. Especially those who HATE kids, but HAVE to deal with the shit.

So lets review the difference between a cashier's (we'll use me as an example) words, and their true thoughts.


#1
Sprog: "Hi, my name's Logan. My name's Logan. My name's Logan. My name's Logan. My name's Logan."
Me: "....Hi."
Sprog's daddy: "Come on, let's go."
My thoughts: 'Yes. Get the fuck away from me before I stab you in the face.'


#2
Sprog: "My tummy huuuuuurts!! My tummmmmyyyyyy huuuuurrrtttsss!!!!"
My thoughts: 'It's going to hurt even more when I KICK YOU IN IT!'


Lather, rinse, and repeat, until you find yourself wanting to jump in front of a fucking bus.

It needs to stop.