2006-06-29 - 11:40 p.m.

Supermarkets make it really hard for you to like them. I got ID'd! Can you believe that? Ten bucks gets you a bottle of drinkable Rioja and a shitty bottle of gin that does the job. Against my better judgment I saw that the nearest empty checkout was being manned by the ugly girl that asked me for ID once before. On that humiliating occassion I felt my balls shrivel before I coughed up my student card, but got my treats nae probs. I should've known better and gone down to the nice Italian lady who's served me before on the express till. This time, though, Ugly Bint must've been taking Cunt Lessons because not only did she demand ID but the student card I proffered was deemed no longer good enough - Asda apparently have a "mandatory" (shyeah... right!) ID policy and only a driver's liscence or some other card that I don't have will do. So I paused, collected my Kenneth Anger, and told Ugly Bint straight: "You're a cunt and I hope you die". Trust me, anyone brainwashed to the extent that not only will they ask a balding, 26 year old man-child for identification but turn down the perfectly acceptable one he gives deserves a swift dressing down. They need setting straight, man. And a broadside, fuck it. There was no supervisor lurking - she had no excuse for being little Miss Corporate Cunt Dyke. I really do hope she dies.
Long story short... I looped the checkouts and took my bottles to the nice Italian lady at the express checkout and got served not only with a welcoming smile, but also a giggle when I almost knocked the gin over.
Fuck you, ugly bint - I got my booze and you're still the scourge of all that is beautiful in this world.

Me 1
Ugly Bint 0

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