Short story,
So I am in the grocery store, buying a case of mixed fountain soda's, root beer, orange cream (yumm), and some other good ones. I am holding onto the cardboard case with one hand. As I am walking out to the car, I cross the road in the parking lot and the case drops. It falls onto the ground, breaking one of the orange cream (dang) bottles. I say loudly "mother fu$ker". The car coming at me sees this, and obviously knows what I said and they start smiling. I start smiling too, and take the broken case to my car with my head hung low in shame. As I pass the oncoming car, the lady in the passenger seat tells me that I can go into the store and exchange it for a new one. I look at her with a questioned face and say, "Lady, this is not a communist country, I don't expect people to pay for my mistakes!"
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So I am in the grocery store, buying a case of mixed fountain soda's, root beer, orange cream (yumm), and some other good ones. I am holding onto the cardboard case with one hand. As I am walking out to the car, I cross the road in the parking lot and the case drops. It falls onto the ground, breaking one of the orange cream (dang) bottles. I say loudly "mother fu$ker". The car coming at me sees this, and obviously knows what I said and they start smiling. I start smiling too, and take the broken case to my car with my head hung low in shame. As I pass the oncoming car, the lady in the passenger seat tells me that I can go into the store and exchange it for a new one. I look at her with a questioned face and say, "Lady, this is not a communist country, I don't expect people to pay for my mistakes!"
Hope you liked it...