It's still gross..

Reason number eight MILLION to never have kids:

Random puking on the Target checkout lane.

.-_-

Don't get me wrong, I realize it's not like it was the kid's fault, and I did even feel bad for her, 'cause that sucks.

But why my lane? There could not have been a worse cashier in that store to get sick on.


And then there was the stupid bitch who paid her entire fucking bill in change, taking her sweet ol' time digging the pennies out while her fucking baby screamed at the top of it's lungs.

I wanted to kill myself.

I wanted the puking girl back; at least she was quiet.


I hate my life.


I'd also like a single fucking day off, please.