The other day I went to the grocery store. The cashier was far to busy chatting with the bag boy about that nights party to even acknowledge me, she didn't even bother to tell me the total. She just stood there, staring at me. I was trying to pay with that funny stuff called cash. After a long pause, she asked me why I hadn't swiped the card. When she saw the cash(20.00 bills) she groaned and said I would have to wait because she didn't have "the pen thingy" to check if it was fake, so she calls a manager over the intercom. Meanwhile, the guy in line behind me has now picked up my copy of THE HORSE magazine and is reading it.

All I could think of was this:

Definition of Stress: The confusion created when
one's mind overrides the
body's desire to beat or choke
the living dung
Out of some jerk who
desperately
needs it.