So I went into
WAL-MART yesterday (under a suggestion) to get caliper paint. looked
around on my own a bit, no dice. So I go up to the counter in the paint
department where this fucker is just standing there read a magazine,
and I stand there. And I stand there. And I stand there. WTF??
I know he saw me, fucker looked right at me! finally I drop the loud
“EXCUSE ME” and get the asshole’s attention. He slams the mag closed,
drops a HUGH sigh, and asks, “may I help you?”
"Yeah…where do you keep the automotive paint?”
...he looks at me and says, REAL smartass like, "automotive."
wrong answer
"WELL
NO FUCKING SHIT IT'S FUCKING AUTOMOTIVE, YOU SMARTASS BITCH, CUZ I
DON'T FUCKING SEE IT HERE. NOW, CAN YOU PLEASE TAKE SOME TIME AWAY FROM
YOUR FUCKING MAGAZINE THERE, PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS, AND BE A BIT MORE FUCKING SPECIFIC ABOUT WHERE IN AUTOMOTIVE IT IS? THANK YOU."
"uhh uhh....i'm not sure...uhh...ask the guy at the counter over there."
"Thanks for nothing."
....so i walked over to automotive, and asked the retard standing there, "where do you keep your automotive paint?"
...he looks at and says, "in the Paint department"
"I HATE EVERYONE ONE OF YOU ASSHOLES."
and left.