Open Letter to Bitch at Target

Fuck you. You are supposed to be nice and not be a complete jackass.

Some crabby bitch ruined my night....well almost, I was shopping my little heart away because we were shopping for a baby! A baby was born at Loverboy's work, so off we went to my other Love "Target". The snooty cash register chick felt like being an asshole tonight, yes my children are shitheads and turn a simple trip to Target into hell...but that's her fucking job! She's supposed to be nice and smile and pretend she's happy to check my shit out. She even crushed my beautiful gift bag, the gift bag is like the icing on the cake, you can't fuck with the gift bag. I had to ask her to please not crush my bag and place it in a separate bag. Then she tries to not even put my new stainless steel breadbox in a bag! That hooker.

Well, my camera is still missing and I am devestated, completely. But, ya know? I think I need a new one anyhow. A canon, I hear those are really good. Hint. Hint. Loverboy.