At Target, this couple looking like the Great Value “fun-sized” version of Machine Gun Kelly & Megan Fox, was in front of me at the checkout, wearing every fancy designer possible (saw Gucci, Christian Louboutin, Louis Vuitton, & Balenciaga) and had multiple credit cards declined on a roughly $16 dollar charge.
Then start arguing with each other. Loudly. Then at the cashier.
Then tried to get management involved, saying some shit like “the card reader must be broken, shit must be broken, I got money! I got money!”
I moved those pocket sized, cartoon looking & sounding motherfuckers out the way & paid the $16 bucks. They looked dumbfounded, then started thanking me.
I’m now sitting at my desk, waiting for the day to end, realizing I essentially paid two people $16 dollars to fuck off.
I live for the random bullshit you put up with Remi.
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