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fucking hell lady, it’s not my fault I’m cute and hot, let me grocery shop in peace
the manager at the other nearby store in this chain is seriously one of the nicest and most helpful people, and I feel bad they had to deal with a deranged bitch returning groceries out of spite (it’s me, I’m the deranged bitch)
and if they thought my first return was insane (it was), I’m returning half eaten ice creams tomorrow
“how’d you get radicalized?”
ahhh young one, sit down and let me tell you my tale of woe…
the setting: um … a Safeway store in Mill Creek, WA