I don't like you

I've decided most people just plain suck. Mostly because they do, but hey what the hell do I know. Oh wait, I know that most people suck. As a matter of fact I've pretty much got a fucking PhD in knowing how much people in general piss me off.

If you are a foreigner, and you come into my store, and ask me a bunch of questions about Macs, I might hit you. If you come in to my store, and ask me a bunch of questions about Macs, then ask me the same questions about Macs three more times, then ask me what the price is, then ask me what the price is with tax, then change your mind about what you wanted to buy, then ask me what the price is with tax on that, I am going to shoot you right in the fucking face. Seriously, you managed to study-abroad and you can't figure out sales tax, or tipping for that matter? I'm beginning to believe that they don't have percentages in other countries.

I'm not saying the US is the most awesome country ever, but I found this awesome picture.



I've had lots of jobs dealing with people. I really don't like dealing with people, and for a while I thought the worst kind of people to deal with were those that were clearly just browsing around without the intent to buy so much as a candy bar. But I found out was that the worst kind of shopper is the snobby jackass that comes in and pretends as though money is of absolutely no consequence to him/her. He/she asks questions about Macs, but doesn't actually give two fucks about the answers. These jackasses just want you to know they're about to drop a few grand on something they could get in a PC for half the price.

What the fuck is that about? That's basically someone running into a room and screaming, "I have too much money! What should I do with it!? I know, I'll but a computer! Not just any computer, I'll buy one that says, 'fuck you, Haiti and Africa! My money is too good for Charity!'" and then running out and stabbing old people.

On a side note, does it become creepy when you shovel snow onto/around a cute girls car so she'll ask you for help getting it out of the parking lot, or is it just creepy to come up with the idea in the first place? If just thinking of it makes you creepy, then someone else thought of it. It was that guy behind you..... Get him.