Friends, I have a new hobby…Ive decided to start a new diet! So far its great but I compiled a quick Pro/Con list to share:
PROS:
1. Less Pimples
2. More Energy
3. Fast Weight Loss
CONS:
1. The toilet bowl has become my new friend
2. My own bowels have become my worst enemy
3. I am in the grocery store A LOT, like 3.5 hours a week…F.M.L.
#3 might be the reason I stop my new diet…
I HATE the grocery store, like I want to burn the place down, kind of hate. It’s gotten to the point that when I enter the doors to a grocery store, I hear a voice in my head: “Happy Shopping, May the Odds Be Ever In Your Favor”
So I’m, going to let you explore why I have a deep despise for this place, in an unique kind of way of course…by making a “Hate Poem” about the shopping market…Enjoy
The all too familiar view
Dearest Grocery Store,
Iv decided to write you a poem about how much I loathe you,
I felt it was more appropriate in a form of a poem, because I hate those too…
I walk into your doors as they slowly slide open,
only to find that half the grocery carts are all broken
Taking the one with the squeakiest wheel,
is about as disturbing as Oprah’s sex appeal…
Oprah, Work it Girl
Turning down the aisle to start on my mission,
picking up first package of free-range chicken
I bet these chickens felt lucky to run around and trot
thinking they’d never end up in anyone’s cooking pot
As I’m throwing the package into my cart,
I suddenly get a whiff of the smallest fart.
Ew, how gross, I think in my head,
The smell is so toxic, I might drop dead
How dare these deadly crop dusters pollute my lungs,
Farting in the grocery store should be as illegal as assault guns.
As I run away from these deadly gases leaking from a stranger’s ass
I find myself in another situation that makes me want a shot-glass…
Little babies and toddlers sitting in their cart seats,
scream at the top of their lungs for their mom to buy a treat
Oh My God, how annoying these kids can be
Yet, there mothers never give them the third degree
Their shrieks and cries make me start to see red,
And all I can think about is whacking these kids right in the head
I’m not that kind of person, I shouldn’t think that way,
But they are so bad, someone should beat them with a cafeteria tray…
O Yea, you know these kids
As I enter into the produce section, I start to fester,
Especially when I spot a female Fruit-Molester
She touches and smells and pokes and prods,
until the fruit is so damaged it resembles a smooshed frog.
Well, thanks for the germs you dirty bitch,
I’m sure those hands have been scratching in a place that shouldn’t itch.
Now that you have infected and touched all the good fruit,
all the rest of us are forced to purchase your germ-ridden brute…
So again I move on to find a row of FREE SAMPLES!
I look to see the opportunity to be first in line, is more than ample.
But as I approach the table with a promise of a snack,
I am ambushed by a herd of hungry human packs.
They gobble and grunt as they consume the samples remaining,
Pushing in line and stepping on your toes without explaining.
As your turn in line is almost up,
you look to find nothing left but an empty Dixie cup
NO! Damn you, all of you greedy pigs
I hope all your first born children die of SIDS.
Ok, that was harsh, I have to agree,
but these people are hogs and didn’t leave any for me!
If I can get any in time…
Making it past the deli section, with great success,
you head over to check-out where you think you can rest.
But O no, the hung-over checkout boy has a different plan,
he isn’t very quick and slightly reeks of a Coors Light beer can.
To make it worse, I’m behind an old hag,
Who will take 30 minutes to pull a checkbook out of her bag
When I get to the front and its finally my turn,
the hung-over checkout boy says, “I betcha can’t wait till that old lady’s in a urn?”
He chuckles at his witty comment and continues to scan,
Telling me about the Supermarket’s “Awesome” pension plan
I nod and grin and wish I could press fast forward,
Because now he’s talking about the many uses of a human umbilical cord.
Just as I think I’m almost done,
he asks if I can donate $1 to the children’s hospital summer camp fund.
Well, how can I say no to sick children, I would look like a bitch,
This organization is smart, what a brilliant sales-pitch!
So once again I am guilt-ed to donate my cash,
So I give the boy the rest of my dollar bill stash…
Finally, I’m out, finally I’m free,
it only took 2 hours but I’m strolling the parking lot buzzing like a bee
I look to my left and look to my right,
Entering the parking lot which resembles a bomb site
I throw my empty shopping cart into the nearest tree crease,
but am startled by the sound of the shopping cart POLICE
“Excuse me Mam, please put your cart back in the designated area”,
his face was red and twitched like he was about to go into total conversation hysteria
My eyes scanned for the nearest cart drop-off, it was at least a five minute walk,
Is he for real? PSHH, this guy can piss off
I responded as calmly as I could,
but I’d had enough of this place and there’s no way this man would of understood
“Sir, while I appreciate your job and all that you do,
you don’t understand what I’ve seen, you just don’t understand my angle of view
If you try and stop me as I get into my car,
I will kick so hard in the ass, it will leave a scar.
With that being said, its time for me to leave,
this place makes me sick and I think I might heave”
Goodbye dreaded store, goodbye for now,
I won’t miss you a bit, I give you my vow
Sincerely,
Your Loyal Shopper Girl Ryan
And THAT my friends are my thoughts on the grocery store.
Until next week….
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