It’s always the smallest things….

I always get pissed off at the weirdest things.  I was at that fun place known as Walmart on Friday night.  I was standing in line at McDonalds to get a tea, when the girl beside me spilt her drink.  It was full, and it landed right on my boots and covered them and the bottom of my pants with coke.

To me it was no big deal.  I laughed it off.  Hell I even got the chick napkins and helped to clean it up a little.

But then shit like this makes my blood boil:

The left door?  That’s the entrance to Walmart.  The right door?  That’s the exit.  It even has a big motherfucking sign stating that people should not come in that way as it’s an exit.  There are two separate doors for a reason – there is a lot of goddamn traffic coming in and out of Walmart, and it will stop any jams.  So of course EVERYONE comes through the exit door, because they’re too fucking lazy to walk TWO STEPS and go through the entrance.  Seriously, it’s not that fucking hard.

I found myself walking out the exit door again and again, intentionally banging into people who were coming in that way.

Seriously I want to take every one of those people and slit their throats.