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Hello everybody. This is your boy Frank Nasty. Just wanted to rant real quick. Get some shit off my chest. Here we go. Fuck it. Fuck the intro. Listen to this. I had to get this off my chest. It's not a big fucking deal, but I had to do it. Okay? I went to two fucking stores today. I had to get fucking dog food from my little boy Chunk. Then I had to go to CVS. Because I wanted some energy drinks. Okay. My fucking issue that I needed to get off my chest of these fucking assholes at the register. Let's start off with fucking uh um tractor supply. It's not tractor supply's fault, and it's not CVS's fault. But I'm there. Some old fucking shit bag. Has to buy two pairs of jeans. Okay, there's only one register open. There's a line forming behind him with me standing in it. Okay. Two fucking pairs of jeans. Probably $20 each, whatever the fuck they were in the clearance thing, wherever the fuck he pulled those fucking things out of. Fifteen, at least 15 fucking minutes later, I finally get to buy my bag of dog food. What took so long? Which should have been an in and out fucking process? I don't know. His coupon didn't work. He had to count his fucking change. Then he's asking about his fucking um his reward fucking points. Listen, you fucking jerk. Pay attention behind you. See that there's a line forming. You're holding everybody up for your fucking two dollars and your fucking 0.1% or one penny for every dollar you spend or whatever the fuck bullshit you get. Listen, I'll give you the three dollars. Just get the fuck out of my way. And uh pay for your shit and go. Pay for your shit and go. It's not a fucking uh all-day affair. Get your shit. Hey, I'm buying two pairs of jeans. Okay? Good. And the guy's like, did you find everything you needed? Yep, sure did. Thank you. It's gonna be uh $29.95. Cool. Here's the money. Bing, out. That's how long it should take you. Not 15 fucking minutes. And I gotta sit there because you're fucking dumb and try and you wanna get your fucking uh uh your three dollars. Okay. Ah so then I go to CVS. I'm like, it's not gonna happen twice. Yep. Happens a fucking gun. I'm standing there with four bottles of energy drinks or the fucking hydration, whatever the fuck they are. Right? Uh excuse me. Standing there with uh four fucking drinks in my hands. Cold bottles against my chest assist. And um, this fucking dumb bitch is in front of me, and she's gotta fucking ask all these questions about coupons, and I wanna say 25 cents on this, but can I if I return it, will I get my money back? And can I use my rewards and this? Listen, fuckhead. There's a line behind you. Pay for your fucking shit and get out of here. It's supposed to be quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick. It's supposed to be fast. You go there, you fucking get your fucking tampons or whatever old fucking diaper shit you had to fucking get, pay for them and get the fuck out. Here's how it should have got. Here's how it should have gone. CVS worker. It's not the CVS's fault. They should have said, or this is how it should have gone down. Hi ma'am, did you find all the diapers you needed?
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Oh yes, I did.
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Okay. Do you have any coupons?
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No, I'm all set.
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Okay. It's gonna be $49.95. I don't know how much diapers go for. $49.95. Okay, thank you. Here's the cash. Okay, you're all set. Bye. That's how long it should have taken. Okay? Not fucking, well, can I save 10 cents on this? Can I save 20 cents on this? Can I save this and this? Then, then, then, okay, so she finally gets through the fucking register. Okay. Finally gets through the fucking register. And what does she do? She pays for all her shit. Now she's got to reorganize her whole fucking pocketbook instead of moving to the side and letting me through with my fucking juice. She gotta rearrange her whole fucking pocketbook, make sure that everything's in there and bullshit about the day and this and that instead of moving your fucking shitty ass over and letting me pay for my juice. Un fucking real. Unreal. So I'm gonna talk about more about this with uh Ange on uh Monday. But I feel a lot better that I was able to uh get this little rant out. I feel a lot better. Um so I think that's it. All right, peace out.
