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Dear old man arguing with the checker in the grocery store,
The bananas were .79 cents a lb., and just because you were capable of throwing a hissy fit over the fact that you thought they were .59 a lb. doesn't give you the right to hold up the line for ten minutes, repeatedly insult the checker and and start dropping names that might have meant something to a checker 40 years ago. You got your way and the checker took all of .03 off your purchase of three bananas, but I take solace in knowing that the dozen Baby Ruths you bought were probably all melted by the time you finished your tirade.
Oh, and you smelled funny.
Signed,
The disgusted line of people who all agreed to shoot each other if they ever turned into a old bastard like you.
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