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January 04, 2006

I See Enough of These Damn Things

...AND their rude, cranky drivers in the commissary. I HATE them.

Posted by tree hugging sister at January 4, 2006 09:43 AM


I have to think the majority of these folks are lazy fat asses who would be much better served by walking a little instead of piling the baskets high with ice cream and doritos and barging their way to the checkout counter.

Posted by: Mr. Bingley at January 4, 2006 10:07 AM

Amen, Bing. I hate the things. The people that really need the things are few and far between.

Posted by: Crusader at January 4, 2006 10:47 AM

The things are simply mobile colostomy-bag holders and receptacles for oxygen tanks - if neither is in evidence, clothesline 'em.

Posted by: -keith in mtn. view at January 4, 2006 11:15 AM

I've never seen so many sour faces in my life as the retirees at the commissary and when you put them in a vehicle in an aisle? From the Quiet Man;

"Make way! Make way! Or she'll be running ya doon like a jugernaut!!"

Posted by: tree hugging sister at January 4, 2006 01:48 PM