CVS Store #1502, Bauer Drive, Rockville, Maryland
United States of America. 11:10 AM EDT

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Sheppard rung up the items placed on the counter
and hit the subtotal button. On the screen appeared
$1.69.

"$1.69" said Sheppard in a bored voice as he bagged
the items he'd rung up.

The old man who was at the register pulled
out his money and placed it on the counter.

Sheppard looked down and counted the money.

A one dollar bill, two quarters, a nickel, and two
pennies.

Only $1.57.

"It's $1.69."

The old man just pushed the money towards Sheppard.

"This is just $1.57," Sheppard began to count the money out loud.
"One dollar, One fifty. One fifty-seven."

Still the old man pushed the money forward.

Sheppard exploded. "You stupid bastard! It's $1.68! Goddammit, are you
blind?!?"

Once again, the old man pushed the money forward.

Sheppard howled, and swung his right fist. It impacted on the old
man's skull, making a sickening *crunch*.

The old man staggered back, thrown off guard by Sheppard's
attack.

Vaulting over the counter, Sheppard began to savagely beat the old
man with his feet, breaking several ribs.

Finally, Sheppard grabbed the old man by what little hair he had left
and began to pound his head into the floor, causing the old man's
dentures to fly from his bloodied mouth and break.

"It's ONE...FUCKING....SIXTY....NINE!"

And with that, Sheppard drew his Colt .45 automatic and blew the
old man's brains out.

Holstering the weapon, Sheppard retrieved the missing money and placed

it on the counter.

"One Sixty-Nine." with that, Sheppard put the money into the cash
register.

In a smooth motion, he tore the recipt off and placed it in the bag,
which he promptly dumped onto what was left of the old man's
head.

"Next!"

[End]

Yes, boys and girls, this really happened to me today. Everything up
to the swearing is 100% accurate. However, instead of me beating the
c*rp outta the doddering old fuck, I get called to the manager's
office, where I have to sign this Piece of Shit form reprimanding me.

On the form are the words: "THIS IS HIS LAST WARNING. One more
incident, and he will be terminated."

*sigh*

What is it about working in a convience/pharmacy store that draws the
morons, retards, and weirdoes to you like a fucking bug light?

This week, i've been threatened by a retard who yells and threatens
imaginary people. I see this woman who looks like a rat, etc. etc.

All the while, customers are badgering me, and I canna understand
half the *(^&&^ they ask me since I'm deaf.

Most of the time, they ask questions that are FUCKING moronic,
and ones that make Timmy look like Einstein.

"Where are the batteries?"

"Where are the Photo frames?"

JESUS! Can't these mofo's TAKE SOME FUCKING TIME
TO LOOK AROUND BEFORE THEY COME WHINING TO US
EMPLOYEES?!?!

<rant mode off>

Sorry. Just had to vent some.

I'm definitely looking into the possibilities of going Postal.

<pause>

NO! Not *that* kind of Postal, you sickoes!

I'm talking about becoming a letter carrier for
the United States Postal Service.

I get plenty of excercise, don't have to talk to
people, and get money to build up a gun collection
with!

:-)

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"Get away from her, you bitch! - you're not canon."