Why, when at the store, do I always end up behind the one geriatric woman who has never before used the automated bank-card machine?
Why does fore-mentioned geriatric woman attempt to use the machine without reading any of the machine’s prompts or looking at the symbols that demonstrate how to effectively pay for her purchase?
I swear that the mentally retarded people I work with would use that machine faster than that old Biddie did. And they wouldn’t smell like moth-balls while doing it!
Why does my monkey wait until my face is mere inches away before unleashing a snot-sneeze?
Ms.B
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