The law requires you to have an I.D. to purchase cigarettes, you inbred piece of shit.
Yet another rant from ye' olde' smokeshop.So this kid comes in to the shop yesterday, wanting to purchase cigarettes. This little fuck had been in plenty of times before, and each time I calmly explained that due to the fact that he didn't have a government issued form of identification, that I could not sell him cigarettes. So he starts getting agitated and arguing with me. I then explained that he needs to have an I.D. to even BE IN the store, and to please leave. He then informs me that my co-worker (who killed his neighbor's dog one time, and with joy told you all about it) had input his information into our computer, and that he didn't need an I.D. !? He then told me to look it up in the computer, like the cops do. I was too baffled to speak for a moment, but then got pissed and explained the impossibility of such a thing, and told him to get the fuck out of the store. I'd thought that was the end of this little bastard, but when you're dealing with people of a mental capacity such as this, it's never the end.
So I'm getting my day started, dealing with the orders that came in and such, when I see the kid outside of the store. I'm thinking to myself, "Fuck, please let this kid just go the fuck away.", and he walks in.
Immediately he has an attitude toward me, and starts looking at cigars. I ask him if he has an I.D., and he says no, but that he doesn't need it because his information is in our computer system. I tell him that he needs to get out of the store if he doesn't have one. He picks up a pack of Prime Time cigars. I tell him to put them down, and leave.
He reaches in his pocket, grabs a few bills, throws them down, and runs out the fucking door. I run out and scream at him that I'm going to call the fucking cops if he doesn't bring the cigars back. He keeps fucking running, I scream at him to get the fuck back here, and he just keeps going.
That little fuck apparently doesn't know how small this town is, and when I see him again, hopefully tonight when I get off of work, I am going to run him fucking down with my car, get out, use a can of bear mace on him, and call the cops saying that he attacked me, or something similar.
I don't need this shit first thing in the morning.
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