"Gimme a half-dozen."

"You want all glazed or different ones?"

"Different ones."

"Do you have any preferences?"

"Yeah, just two, two, two."

"OK, which three, though?"

"You said I could get different ones!"

"You can. You want three different types, two of each. But which kind?

"Oh. Um, I want two glazed, two chocolate, and two coconut."

All day. Gets old. 🙄

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Later I went to take a roaring piss and found the toilet covered in pee: the seat, the back, the area between the seat and the back. The urine wasn't even smeared around; the spazztic pisser hadn't even tried to clean up their ungodly mess. And this was the huperson-with-a-uterus pee room. What was strange, though, was the precision — there wasn't even a drop on the floor. 🤷🏼‍♂️

Listen to me: I live with a cat and I don't have nearly the poo and pee trouble from her that I do from the huperson animals who frequent the store. It isn't even close. The people? From rotten shit panties to spazz-pees, it is nuts.