I think this picture really sums up yesterday's shopping adventure. It was shitty.
Like I know that it's wrong to steretype people especially if they're not black, but Indian people fucking stink. They smell bad. Or at the very least, the Indian people who were at Staples yesterday. So, really, every Indian person in H---------. Filthy filthy people.
I know this because I was at Staples last night. And, if you go to a Staples in the first week of September you will: (a) find nothing ,(b) encounter only FOUR employee and three open registers, and (c) wait in line with I'm guessing 200 other people who would rather be watching Made or something. Also, children. Lots and lots of children. Shitslices. Also, I would appreciate if whatever child that threw his or her used tissue on the floor never do that again. Some of us wear flip flops.
And, jeez, who invited all the class? It was like a Larry the Cable Guy show in there (if you happened to be white, which, in all honesty, was really only like 20 people).
And, natch, I had to take a huge shit the WHOLE time.
You might be asking yourself "Id A, why did you wait until yesterday to buy your notebooks?" The answer: Apparently, I am an adult now and it was my responsibility to get it done. That's bullshit, I'm 17. Do you hear me Mom A? And no it wasn't "like forty bucks." Not when you HAVE to buy a $90 calculator(!).
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