FUUUUUUUU
I hate middle-aged Polish women who try too hard to look as young as their teenage daughter. They eye me suspiciously as I bag their twenty pounds of deli meat, pierogi and “organic” milk, making sure I don’t make a mistake when I catogarize each food. They won’t even open their mouth until, of course, “Credit or Debit?” catches their ear. And with that thick Polish accent, the answer reveals itself.
“Deh-beet.”
Walking off, each one busts out a brand-new cellphone they’re too stupid to actually use.
Also, fuck construction work and drivers on Northwest Highway and Central.
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