I have returned from my great midnight adventure: getting onion rings at the local mega-gas station.

The cook talked me into getting a double cheeseburger also. Or maybe he just talked me into paying more. Either way, the point it that it is his fault, not my gluttony.

I am late getting back because the place was over run by zergs and I had to pay the civilizational zerg time-tax. Apparently in sub-Saharan Africa, it is considered normal to bring a family of five, including two toddlers, one riding a bicycle around the store, and an infant in a bassinet into the check out while negotiating with the cashier.

Every fourth zerg transaction goes something like this:

"Let me get this."
"No wait, what is that?"
"How much is it?"
"Ok never mind just give me the first one."
"Wait, I forgot something, I'll be right back"
*line waits for him to find what he forgot and come back
"Imma use this card."
*doesnt work
"Ok Imma use this other card"
*doesnt work
"Ok I have to make a phone call to get the right pin"
*wait for phone call on speakerphone at full blast to finish
*realizes that there is no money on whatever card it is
"Ok Imma just pay cash- how much is it?"
* dumps pile of loose change on counter
* doesnt have enough
"Yo bro you have fitty cent? Ma'am?"
*someone eventually just gives it to him to move this spectacle along

And finally after 10 minutes, a simple transaction for a dollar fitty cigar is finished and civilization somewhat resumes.

So if there are 16 zergs in the store, expect a ~ forty minute wait.

For extra fun, add a cashier who learned English on Thursday.

>>40397316
Its ok. He just gets mad when he knows I am over the target.

ooooh later I am working on one of my widely enjoyed grandiloquent sesquipedalian dissertations on one of my recent revelations about the gay homosexuals.

You guys are gonna get it but good this time.

And dont think for a second I am not watching. I see every little thing that goes on in these threads so no one is gettin away with nothin.

And thats that.