After I cut off the ponytail we realized that the clippers were broken. Queue a trip to the ghetto 5th Street CVS. C ran in for clippers and I went to the Food Dog next door for BLT fixings. While I was standing in line behind the welfare mothers and watching the cashier struggle to add up 61 cents in change C saw a guy flip his shit in the Family Dollar.
Apparently the guy was mad b/c the Family Dollar’s price for motor oil had gone up over the last week and Mexicans were taking all the jobs. Oh, and when the cops showed up, he started screaming that he wanted his Grandma.
