Post office, supermarket, liquor store. Fuxated, fuxated, fuxated.
Postal nigger behind the counter staring blankly at the screen. Sow and old YT woman ahead of me in line. Fuck this, :fume I'll get stamps at the supermarket.
Surprisingly few niggers inside the supermarket, but one is too many. Want to get some fried chicken :nuffins (what can I say, I've been craving fried chicken for about a week now), over to the deli counter. Chicken looks like it's been there since Thanksgiving. :fume Check myself out, because the store doesn't want to hire nigger cashiers. To customer service counter to buy stamps. Ask for 2 books of flag stamps. "Sorry, we don't have flag stamps". Cut myself off mid sentence telling the clerk I don't want stamps with niggers on them. Got Christmas stamps, Ok. Out to the parking lot where some snakehead tries to bum a smoke, then asks if I'm headed into town.
Next stop, pickup a case of beer. What the fuck is it with niggers and parking in fire lanes and handicapped spots!?!? Seems I picked the "fill out a mortgage application at the liquor store" day. Five fucking minutes waiting to get rung up, and I can smell nigger. There are none in the store, but I can smell that shitty perfume they use to cover up the nigger stank. Starting to get a headache now.
Back to the post office to mail the bills, and what do we have, but a nigger parked in the fire lane in front of the post office. Causing a real hassle for all the humans trying to drive by. :fume
In to a second supermarket in search of edible fried chicken. In line at the deli counter is a 6'10" 100lb nigger that reeks like an ashtray. I think this one ran out of cologne, so it gave itself a dust bath in an ashtray. Better than nigger stink I guess. To the checkout.... :fume TWO fucking registers open, with sow cashiers, and dozens of humans waiting to check out. Over to the self checkout. Twice as many people there. Many with FULL CARTS!!! :fume
Finally out the door, headed to the car. Nigger Tourette's Syndrome kicking in, making me forget about the headache. In the car now... errands complete. Jesus Fucking Christ I can't wait until 5 for that beer. Heading out of the lot, come to a three way stop. White zombie woman (looked like the type who would have a burner daughter), already at the intersection. I wave it on, it just sits there staring at me.... When I finally go, it decides to go... :fume
Just now cracked that beer. It won't last long.....
