People Commentary #2

 

4-Dozen Dimes and a Dumbass

It’s Wednesday evening, I’m out of TTC tickets, and I’m going to be late for class if I don’t move fast, so I head out to buy tickets from the corner store. Looking up the street, I can’t see a bus, so that means I should have enough time to get tickets and not miss one.

There is only one other customer in the store, and she’s only buying a scratch-n-win ticket and a Mr. Big, so I figure it’s all good, and I’ll be in and out in no time.

Man, was I fucking wrong.

This bitch digs into her pocket, pulls out a heaping handful of dimes, and dumps them onto the counter. You read that right. It was all dimes. She wanted to pay for the purchase with a heap of loose dimes. Why? If that was her plan, why couldn’t she at least roll them up or organize them beforehand? Why!?

I stood there in disbelief as the Asian corner-store clerk (the least-shocking part of this tale) began counting the dimes one by one, and then double-checked the count, just to be 100% sure that this woman was overloading her cash-register with the correct number of dimes. I guess it didn’t cross her mind that, perhaps, she could serve me and have the woman sort the dimes herself in the mean time. I mean, what was the woman going to do, take her business elsewhere? She was paying for something with a heap of dimes! It would take her a while to even pick all of them up from the counter to leave.

At this point, I bet you would assume a bus went by. If by “a bus” you meant one bus, you would be wrong. Not one, not two, but three busses went by as I watched helplessly from the convenience store. I was officially late, and all because some whore felt the need to raid her piggy bank to get her scratch-n-win and chocolate fix.

I may have been playing a risky game by not leaving the house earlier, but nobody should have to budget their time to compensate for some dirty skank who crawled out of her rat’s nest after licking enough carpet for dimes (or should that be licking enough dimes out of the carpet... whatever, either one is probably true) to go buy a scratch-n-win and a chocolate bar.

Does she even do anything with her life? Her demeanor and cleanliness said no, and everything else seemed to be in agreement. Seriously, what is the point of that tramp’s existence? To find a man to leech off of so she can buy the same ugly clothes from a nicer store, and have even more colours of whore makeup to choose from? Or is she here just to be a completely oblivious cunt whose sole purpose is to get in the way of people who actually have something to do? I've shit more productive members of society than her.

People are so fucking useless.

cb@chrisbattaglia.com