Found over on finslippy, possibly the funniest blog in all of Prospect Heights:
“There’s a new cashier at the Met Food (on Vanderbilt Ave.), and this woman is One Cranky-Ass Bitch. She’s a middle-aged woman with badly dyed red hair and a thick Russian accent. She scowls at every item that rolls towards her, and then regards me with an icy stare and spits, ‘Give me $35.17,’ like she’s mugging me. And oh, when I tell her I’m going to use my debit card! The sighing and the rolling of the eyes! ‘Cash back?’ she growls, and then looks at me like God help you if you say yes.”
“So of course, I’ve been trying to make her my friend…”
LINK: Why I Should Probably Be Back in Therapy [finslippy]