Dumbfugks that are surprised that after being rung up in the check out line they have to pay. Really you mouth-breathing fugkwit? You worked your way to the register from 5 customers deep, stood in line for 5 minutes while some goddam waterhead tried to find pink grapfruit on the code sheet, let her finish ringing everything up, then you decide to fumble fugk your way through your fifty five gallon purse to look for your check book. Go jam a glowing hot fire poker up your pisshole you hideous holstein.
