I am sorry Mr. Ginger Dude AKA the express line PoPo…You busted me at with 5 extra items at the express check out line. You mumbled “That doesn’t look like 10 items” to yourself with your glasses at mid nose like the “They live” movie poster. Your in such a hurry that you couldn’t take your shades off indoors. What really made me upset is that fact that I didn’t call you out while your in line. I should of told the clerk to void my shit because “You gots to go!”. It felt good follow you out and mock the shit out of you while your grabbing your keys to get in your Fresh fuckin stereotypical new Subaru Outback. You know what I am going to do next time? I am going to hang out at New Seasons on 33rd everyday at 12 and wait for you to park and go in. Then I’ll creep up to your whip and give you a gold ol’ 90’s Key Job to your door. Yeah I’m bring that fad back but I’ll have to be quick because You’ll be hitting that express check out line with under 10 items.