i saw gator at a grocery store yesterday. I told him how bad he smelled in person, and told him to take a fucking shower. he said, “o-oh ok...” i was taken aback at what a pussy he was in real life, and i called him a faggot. i walked away and continued with my shopping, and i heard him sniffing and starting to cry. when i came to pay for my stuff up front i saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen milky ways in his hands without paying.
the girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “sir, you need to pay for those first.” at first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
when she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. i don’t even think that’s a word. after she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
