Old woman paradox.

[nowihavagun2]

I work in retail. I work at a place that attracts old women. I hate old women. I hate them like hippies hate common sense (have you ever seen one use any?). They come in with beaten down hollow shells that have givin up all hope of joy because of 50 years of vapid bitching but were once strong proud men. They come in and buy knitting needles (but don't seem to notice the men staring at said needles and waiting to get home so they can jam them into their eye)and stand in front of my register with trembling hands and arthritis. They then pull out a bill that can pay for the purchase, put it on the counter and pause. Every time I can count to 3, before the wrinkle trap says "OH, I think I have change". WHAT THE FUCK?!? Do you not notice the line of other old women giving you dirty looks and at risk for a heart attack? They ALWAYS have exact change. No matter what the amount. Every old woman pays in exact change. Now then. If every old woman pays in exact change every time...WHERE THE FUCK TO THEY GET THE CHANGE FROM?!? Do they have to go to the bank to get change? Are they that fucking stupid? Why do they do it? WHY?!? Is the change that heavy that they don't want to carry it? If so then they are carrying around change all fucking day just in case defeating the point. Besides, I have never broke a sweat from carrying around a couple of dimes that I got back in change from Wal-Mart from the Rid I had to get. Pay the bill, take the change, put it in a bucket, wait, put more in, then when you have enough to buy yourself a nice new artificial hip bring a set of knitting needles to my register and pay for it ALL in change. I will then promptly throw you to the ground (a slight nudge, the kind you give to your friend when you see a hottie walking by, should suffice). You can then proceed to get your new hip...If the doctor dosen't slap you for paying in change.

Random hostility+drunk=poorly written rant. One to grow on - John