Today I had the misfortune of having to interact with one of the most slovenly, smelly, tub o' shit niggers I've ever seen IRL.
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I'm moving and had to start electric service at a new address in a different county, with a different utility company. Parked my car, walked up through the entrance and there sat Fat Albert. He had himself a 'security' check-point, a maze or ropes, hand sanitizer station, and take-a-number dispenser.
I understand that much like the DMV, the clientele forced to visit this office aren't generally in the best of moods so maybe a security guard is a good idea but damn....
This nigger ooked "wutchoo beez needin" in the Kings English I responded that "I need to start a new service". Either that wasn't in the script or maybe I asked him if he knew the ballistic coefficient as used in point mass trajectory from the Siacci method of a .308 round.
Jesus H. this ape actually went to a supervisor who came out front with a bit of a 'I know he's a retard' look on her face and ushered me toward a service rep.
While I'm at it, thanks niggers for not paying your utility bill's. I had to plunk down $180 dollar deposit. (no I didn't owe them from any previous service) I know exactly why.
:pissed
** No not the same ape but a similar facsimile.
