I hate cat haters. And I especially hate teenaged brats who work as supermarket cashiers, who, when running big bags of cat food across the barcode scanners, ask me how many kittehs I have. And then, tell me that I’m crazy and there’s something wrong with me when I tell them how many.
At least we don’t get this crap at Petsmart. It’s a much friendlier place to buy kitteh food and toys and stuff.
I bet the supermarket cashier bimbos don’t give people a hard time if they are buying a zillion jars of baby food, or big packages of Pampers, about how many kids they have.
November 25th, 2009 - 1:52 pm
Sheesh. People. If it happens again put your hands on your hips and say “You were dropped on your head when you were a baby, right? It’ the only way to explain those manners…”
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