Hate For Kids
You're going to be a great dad someday.
My pet peeve are the young girls who came through the line where I used to work, with blank eyes and no sense of humor; walking billfolds, bulging at the seams, with I.O.U.'s for heart and mind alike. I used to work at Starbucks at the Mall of America. It's the cathedral for
's religion of consumerism. And God help me if most of the people who came into my store weren't complete fucking retards. First off, YES, we have those "blended coffee thingys" and YES, you can get yours with "like, a ton of caramel." Second, you looked to be about 11 years old, yet are wearing nicer clothes than I, who works two jobs and wouldn't think of spending four dollars on a drink that consists of corn syrup and sugar, made with pure hate. Third, how DUMB are you to actually pay for this crap? I wouldn't pay FOUR DOLLARS for this unless I had a gun to my back, which, come to think of it, I do anyway. If you want to be treated like a grown-up, get some tea. Or, better yet, start drinking black coffee. And smoking Camel Non-Filtered. And get a job at a bus depot, or better yet, a taxi garage, scraping cum off the back seats. And THEN, MAYBE THEN, I'll treat you like a fucking adult. Do you want to know what you are? You are a walking, talking doll, and accessory for your parents to dress up and discipline. I find it hard to believe that you'll one day be recognized as a functioning adult capable of breeding and (God forbid) voting. This explains why Bush got a second term, and it also explains why I FUCKING HATE YOU. America