So, last week in my week from hell – my wallet grew legs and walked away at the client. I took it out to show my ID to get into the building, and somewhere between then and when I left it disappeared. I was waiting until today to go and get everything new done because I was hopeful that it would be here when I arrived today. That hope was misplaced.
In my wallet, was my drivers license. Without my drivers license, I can not purchase cigarettes. Actually, I can purchase cigarettes – because most of the people know me because I am a creature of habit. I purchase cigarettes at the same store every morning.
So this blog post goes out to the bitch at the 7-11 by my house. (For those of you keeping track at home, it is this 7-11 on 23131 Rock Hill Road, Sterling, VA, 20170 which is just off of 606.)
I buy a pack of cigarettes from you *every* *fucking* morning. You ID me *every* *fucking* morning. I am 28 years old, and you can not be bothered to remember my face or do anything but be a bitch to your customers. You spend your entire time yelling in some other language to everyone who works with you, and the only time you come up to the goddamn register to help with the line that typically runs around the corner of the of the counter and takes 15 minutes to get through is when someone is buying cigarettes so that you can ID them.
I seriously hope you get hit by a bus, or have hyena’s chew off every one of your limbs.
(PS: The guy at the Exxon station by my work remembered me and I got my cigarettes anyway – I will never shop at your 7-11 again.)