They always wait until after everything has been rang up… Then the dementia kicks in and they fumble around their fucking purse looking for the checkbook… Like it just now dawned on them that they have to pay for this shit… Where’s my scrapbook of coupons? Oh I don’t have a pen!
This is why you’re in a fucking retirement home grandma! Die!
They always wait until after everything has been rang up… Then the dementia kicks in and they fumble around their fucking purse looking for the checkbook… Like it just now dawned on them that they have to pay for this shit… Where’s my scrapbook of coupons? Oh I don’t have a pen!
This is why you’re in a fucking retirement home grandma! Die!
Of course you’re from Texas. You know most of the people in your state are ancient relics and devout evangelists, yes?
No wonder they are so up in arms over the old people in line
Good thing they’re dying off. They can take their checkbooks with them.