From the Notebook: At the Supermarket

I don't like people. To be more specific, I hate people in general, but I don't harbor unfriendly sentiments towards everyone. Sometimes, I begin to think that the human race is not all that bad, only to have this shit happen:

I go to the nearest supermarket (the Wong in Plaza Camacho) to buy some school supplies. I find what I came for, and get in line at the least crowded register. There are three people in line: me, an old lady with a basket of groceries, and a guy in a suit and tie. I hate the first guy the most, but that last guy is coming in a close second. Real close.

After the lady pays for the stuff, the prick in the suit and tie places a single bottle of shampoo (the girly kind with pink flowers on the label) and takes out his credit card.

I think to myself, "Great, this is gonna take a while". When I say this, I expect a delay of no more than a few minutes. As with any other time when I expect something, I am disappointed.

The card gets rejected, yet the prick in the suit and tie keeps insisting to the cashier that there is , or should not be, anything wrong with the card; he even blames her incompetent card-swiping skills. Angry (as if he should be the one angry), he takes out his cellphone and makes a call. He's talking to the person on the other end like it's his friend. At this time I look around and the least crowded register consists of one lady with 2 carts of groceries, so I stay where I am.

The prick in the suit and tie hangs up and dials again. This time, he is speaking less casually. After a while, he starts getting louder, especially as he laughs.

Why the FUCK is he laughing? The guy's a complete fucking dick, that's why. What kind of a disgusting pus-brained shit thinks it's funny to have a card get rejected while trying to buy a bottle of cunt soap? What the FUCK is wrong with this guy?

Of course, I move to another line to pay for my things--with cash.

The damndest thing of all is that I saw the guy's wallet when he took out his card, and he was fucking loaded with cash; soles, dollars--bills thicker than the fucker's toupee.