I wrote this Sunday night. I read it and then held off posting because I have been trying to pay more attention to my karmic goodness. I was shocked at how angry I was. I re-read it today and decided to let it go -- especially in light of the "Wal-Mart loses $3 billion in theft" stuff that's floating around. Really, we just give stuff away. And we're powerless to stop it."
Look dude. I hope you go straight to hell. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Go straight to hell. And no, the fact that you had your CHILD with you does not in one single way mitigate the fact that you are a lying sack of flung monkey poo.
Someone riddle me this. HOW DO YOU spend a TOTAL of $21 at register #16 - and somehow manage to FORGET the only two items on the receipt that cost more than $5 - namely a footlong package of Tyson chicken and a tub of Blue Bunny mint chocolate chip ice cream?
Yeah, I know you were "in a hurry." I can't imagine being in such a hurry that you allegedly PAID IN CASH and managed to forget this stuff.
You did not even have the nerve to look me in the eye when I asked you "You're telling me you FORGOT two pounds of chicken and a tub of ice cream?"
"Uh huh." Uh-huh. You either picked that receipt up off the ground or else that chicken and ice cream is sitting out in your car right now.
I hope you get a chicken bone stuck in your throat. I don't want you dead. What I want is when someone Heimlichs you, I hope they crack a rib or two. I want you to suffer. I want every breath you take to remind you of your ill-gotten gains. Plus, I hope every single bowl of that ice cream gives you an ice cream headache. And 2o cavities to boot.
Remember, Mithra is watching.