1/22/26

Thought of the day


Oh, you poor bastard.
You didn’t deserve this.

You just asked if I needed help.
And I did, in such a big way, but not the kind you could provide.

I brought the toxicity to the dog food aisle you were stocking.
I didn’t know you were going to be there.
The aisle was clear, so I thought I had authorization to release my bioweapon.

But there you were, a few seconds later, eager to help this dumb, white guy.
The look on my face could have been confused with “I need assistance.”
Except it was fear and shame.

I was afraid that if you got any closer, your face would melt off.
And humiliated because I am a disgusting human being whose natural‑gas exports are single‑handedly raising the Earth’s core temperature.

I moved closer to you like I was playing full‑court press defense to try to limit your movements, but that just prolonged the inevitability.

“Do you need help with anything?” you asked.

In hindsight, I should have said, “It smells like shit in here,” and stormed out of the store like I was in a Netflix buddy comedy.
Instead, I said, “Sure. I’m looking for some diet dog food.”

Of course, that dog food was located in the eye of the storm.

He didn’t know what hit him as he naively drifted into the fray, but he bravely pointed out the brand I might be interested in while silently wondering what fresh hell had invaded his nasal cavities.

I quickly and politely said, “Thank you,” to end the conversation and watched him hurry out of the aisle, presumably in search of the nearest fresh air and a reason to live.

Anyway… so how’s your day going?

Meme dump






I will persevere.
I will keep moving forward.
I will be the stream.


Comments

  1. As someone who works in retail, the bioweapons are always worse when they belong to a little old lady who's sitting 3 feet away.

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    1. Debby confirmed that those little old ladies are out there dropping heat in her comment.

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  2. I had brussels sprouts last night; I love them, but they don't love me. However, I did stay home. Who is on a diet?

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    1. Everyone but both of the dogs are in trouble with the vet. Actually I am in trouble with the vet because I give them too many treats.

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  3. NEVER remain at the scene of a crime. Fart and walk away, girl, WALK AWAY!

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    1. It would have been so much easier but at least I got a good story out of it.

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  4. MUCH needed entertainment for the day! Thanks!! 😂

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  5. After reading this post my cheeks hurt. The laughing ones!

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    1. Thanks for the clarification, Ed. 😁

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  6. Back in the day, when I was more ladylike, my husband and sons would mortify me in stores. They'd let loose while standing next to me and walk off giggling. I was left in a noxious cloud with what I would assume was a panicky look of absolute horror on my face as strangers entered my little orbit of butt fumes. I didn't pass gas in public, ladylike remember? However when I did let her rip they'd get all upset and yell Ewww Mom! Of course I waited until we were in an enclosed vehicle in the middle of the freeway to let my delicate aroma waft through the waves of testosterone, Revenge is a dish best served with a stink bomb while trapped in a moving car. Thanks for the memories of yesteryear.

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    1. You are awesome, Deedles. Love the story.

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  7. I always think the pet food aisle smells bad, so I probably wouldn't have noticed! LOL!

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    1. Well it smelled really awful that day.

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  8. OMG
    I am literally hiccuping right now.
    Also, Trick or treatment isthenameof my future Punk band.

    XOXO

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    2. I am there on opening night, Sixpence.

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  9. I would have fled.

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    1. It did cross my mind but I needed to get the doggos their food.

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  10. Oh my gosh, this had me howling. It also brought back a memory. Back in the day, the local mall (now closed) had a midnight release of the latest Harry Potter book. I faithfully hauled two very excited teenagers to Waldenbook (also gone) there were a hundred excited kids waiting for the unboxing. While I waited, I perused the stacks. On the other side of the stacks, there came the longest, loudest fart I have ever heard in my life. I tried to stifle my laughter, but I am sure I failed. A tiny little old lady came around the corner. Her mortification was written all over her face. I was in hysterics. Tears flowing, whole 9yards. My daughter and her friend came up with their books and anxious to go home and read all night. They couldn't understand what I was laughing about and I couldn't get my breath to tell them. Poor little old lady.

    All this to say that I am sure that you have now become an epic memory for that young man.

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    1. Awesome story, Debby. Thanks for the laugh.

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  11. I read this once, wondering what kind of mystery story you were writing. Then I got to the end and read it again. Good one!

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  12. The play in that situation is to look at the bottom of your shoes (like you think you might have stepped in poo and brought it into the store). Now you and the employee are both investigating the source of the odor and eliminate the possibility that you just cropdusted the aisle.

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    1. Anything would have been better than what actually happened.

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  13. lmao You have to get out of the kill zone as soon as you set off the weapon.

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    1. I still needed the dog food. I sabotaged myself.

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  14. Yeah, you fart and keep walking. It's called crop dusting.

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    1. I would have but I still needed help with the dog food.

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