I am a judgemental bastard. I don't hide this fact because I'm not ashamed of it.

I judge people all the time at work:

I judge when they ask me if we take food stamps.

I judge people who try to pay for a $7 purchase with a $100 bill.

I judge those same people when they piss and moan when I give them the change in $5 bills because that's all I have.

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I was in line at SuperTarget, and I got in line behind this woman, her husband, and her four kids. They had a lot of stuff (looked like two full carts' worth) up on the belt. And she's arguing with the cashier about how "Publix never gave me any problem!". I then see the six government checks atop the various piles of product. Great, another system ( Read more... )

I was at SuperTarget (the same one I always go to) to pick up some canned air and a CD binder.

As I'm leaving, I see this whorishly-dressed mother-daughter combo loading their purchase (about four bags) into the trunk of this tiny Honda. I resisted the temptation to make an impolite comment about the lack of trunk space in jap cars, and moved on.

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