Hey, A**h*le!

So I was food shopping one night and had a trolley full of stuff. The checkouts were packed for some reason so I decided to go through the self-checkout. I've done it before, it's not a big deal, right? WRONG!! Never ever attempt to use self-checkout when you have more than THREE items. It was a pain trying to scan, bag and move said bag at a timely manner without the machine going spastic at you. I am sure I saw the lady keeping an eye on the area rolling her eyes at my uselessness. Fair enough though. I was embarrassing!!

Anyway later that night, I was reading something and came across this that made me LOL because it reminded me of me. It's from a book called Dear Asshole by Jillian Madison and Michelle Madison - basically a book filled with letters to morons who muck up your life.

"Dear Asshole who doesn't know how to use self-checkout,
Guess what? No one wants to stand around for ten minutes while you're aimlessly trying to find a bar code for your unmarked head of romaine. This is supposed to be a QUICK CONVENIENT LANE for people who want to get in and get out. If you don't know what the hell you're doing, collect your items and take them over to Wanda in aisle four. I'm sure she'll be happy to accept your expired coupons and double-bag your kitty litter, too. Next time, have some consideration for those of us who actually have a clue.

PS It's an electronic signature pad, you dolt. You don't need to search your belonging s for a pen."

Bahahahaha GOLD.