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On the Pleasure of Hating

April 6, 2012

You know who I hate, hate with an intemperate loathing? That guy at the grocery store last night who insisted that his apple be re-weighed because .447 pounds seemed a little high for just one Granny Smith.

It was late, there was one only one cashier working, and several people were in line. And this guy stupid fuck insisted, after his groceries had all been totaled up, that his apple purchase be re-examined. Even in the light of a new day I still hate him.

“Love turns, with little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.” William Hazlitt

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. GENE permalink
    April 6, 2012 11:22 am

    There is a good chance I would have picked up his apple and flung it somewhere !

    I had to yell at a lady in a wheelchair once – who was arguing about the price of a bag of lifesavers ….. I slapped $2 on the counter and told her to hurry it up !

  2. April 6, 2012 2:07 pm

    I hope this asshole choked on his apple! I call people like this, “counter dwellers.”

  3. JCo permalink
    April 6, 2012 2:18 pm

    Apples commonly weigh around half a pound. Was this his first experience with apples? Moron.

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