Super(market)! After a hard morning dragging the pregnant one behind me we finally arrived at the shop where we were going to get the ham for lunch. It was pretty quiet to be fair, just the odd one or two geriatrics calmly pissing themselves thinking that no-one will notice. I noticed. The foul stench of piss wafted down the aisles as the decrepid old bastards went about their business without a care in the world for how slowly they were moving or whose way they were in. Finally we reached the checkout with the ham (and a whole bunch of other shit that we didn't need that Alexx had demanded we buy. Honestly couldn't be bothered with her throwing a tantrum in the shop today so I let it go.)
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