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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: SSG Snuggle Bunny on January 30, 2012, 07:22:28 AM
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Mostly disappproving:
JFN1
So I'm Grabbing Some Cheese At The Grocery Store...
...for grilled cheese and tomato soup (yumm!) for dinner tonight. I'm in a rather sagacious mood, one of those moods in which many things strike me as funny, when normally, they probably would not - which usually leads to many, many bad jokes issuing from my freely flapping gums.
At the checkout I am cheerfully greeted by a middle-aged woman, who scans my few items and pleasantly reports the total. As I am digging through my pocket for change, I notice a "Vote Newt" button on her shirt, peeking out from behind her checker's vest/smock/whatever the hell it is. I hand over my bills and change and almost - almost - ask her if she plans to vote for Mittens - I had a whole routine worked out, along classic "Who's on first?" lines. But somehow, with truly heroic effort, I manage to restrain myself and say nothing.
I grab my bag 'o groceries, and as I turn to leave, the checker calls over my shoulder, "Have a blessed evening!"
Sigh.
The words echo through my skull, and for some reason I instantly think about Tebow's "blessed" football season, and the bible verse he had displayed as part of his uniform in Denver's last (losing) game of the season (ah, the hilarious irony...).
For the record - I am not against anyone having their religion. Really. I do, however, resent having someone else's religion jammed down my throat - I don't like being used in that way. It bugs me. A lot.
And given my mood (smart-ass meter off the scale), before I can muster the discipline to stop myself, I turn, smile broadly at the woman as I catch her eyes, and say, sweetly, "And Satan be with you," then turn, groceries in hand, and head out the door.
As I am leaving, the woman, in a voice decidedly not so pleasant now, loudly calls after me, "What did you say?" And then just as loudly and even more unpleasantly, I hear her ask someone else (I don't know who), "Did you hear what he just said to me?" I am trying so hard not to giggle out loud as I hit the parking lot. Almost made it, too...
I know...I know...and even if I regret the immaturity and lack of discipline which allowed it...man, that was freakin' fun...the look on her face...priceless...I know, I'm so bad...I wonder if she'll be praying for me tonight...
http://www.democraticunderground.com/1002232263#post2
It's a grocery store bouncy so that makes it suspect (who the hell makes atrip to the store just to buy cheese for grilled cheese sandwhiches? GCS are supposed to be quick and easy.) but then again the OP is wallowing in self-congratulation over its rudeness so maybe it is true.
The ensuing tempest in the toilet bowl is interesting. All replies seem to accept the veracity of the recounting but most are upset with OPs treatment of its would-be interlocutor. Were this trend to continue the bouncy may be endangered as it fails the gain the elicited praise the story-tellers crave.
Also note the minutae these idiots get lost in. The will actually squabble over the defintion of "blessed" to determine if an insult by context and intent is justified. A psych major writing a grad paper could have a field day.
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What a stupid and irritating story. Satan?
MADem (67,172 posts)
49. It was what most would view as unnecessary snark.
It says more about the other person than the cashier--he was threatened by her blessing, so he had to come back with a put-down.
That said, the woman wasn't too bright, poor dear. She will need that faith of hers, because Newt ain't gonna give her crap-all.
Maybe she's the sort that doesn't want free shit as promised, but seldom delivered, by a politician. Maybe she's smarter than you think, you poor dear you.