“Me and wifey went to this supermarket to buy some groceries”, told me a few days ago an acquaintance of this blog. “We were minding our own businesses until we ran by accident into a woman with decidedly undistinguished looks (butt ugly!) — not that there's anything wrong with that, but what stroke us was her surly expression of her face and utter disgust, not for us but for life in general, we reckoned.”
“She seemed to be looking for paper tissues and serviettes, and the like. We passed along her, when wifey told me at the end of the aisle that the vulgar-looking woman was shoplifting with an accomplice.” “Wifey, keen as usual, said to myself. But what we said at the same time was: LET’S BUST THE HELL OUT OF HER!”
“A few minutes later, this store’s security guy came to us you say thanks for the tip.” “Feeling already some buyer’s remorse wifey said: “Like the owner of this joint was going bankrupt with that!” Then she apologized.” “I understood her, because I was nervous, too. The fierce decision and the pleasure we felt when we took our decision already have abandoned us.”
“Why on earth we did it anyway? Because we’re sick and tired of petty criminals and organized crime both taking on us, y’all. They see our neighborhood as their business turf, their private hunting field. Night after night after night they break into our homes and buildings, they extort, they steal… and they mostly get away with this.”
“But not this time. There are entire gangs dedicated to steady, grand scale shoplifting in this country, and the law moronically prompts that they cannot go to prison. There is no deterrence. And we-uns Joe Sixpack and Wifey have to suffer the consequences of a very lax law and a ridiculous criminal system.”
“We saw our chance and took it. Ugly Butt will be reprimanded and then sent home. A couple of days later she’ll be shoplifting in another place. And me and wifey will still be living in fear.”
“Business as usual, y’all.”
“She seemed to be looking for paper tissues and serviettes, and the like. We passed along her, when wifey told me at the end of the aisle that the vulgar-looking woman was shoplifting with an accomplice.” “Wifey, keen as usual, said to myself. But what we said at the same time was: LET’S BUST THE HELL OUT OF HER!”
“A few minutes later, this store’s security guy came to us you say thanks for the tip.” “Feeling already some buyer’s remorse wifey said: “Like the owner of this joint was going bankrupt with that!” Then she apologized.” “I understood her, because I was nervous, too. The fierce decision and the pleasure we felt when we took our decision already have abandoned us.”
“Why on earth we did it anyway? Because we’re sick and tired of petty criminals and organized crime both taking on us, y’all. They see our neighborhood as their business turf, their private hunting field. Night after night after night they break into our homes and buildings, they extort, they steal… and they mostly get away with this.”
“But not this time. There are entire gangs dedicated to steady, grand scale shoplifting in this country, and the law moronically prompts that they cannot go to prison. There is no deterrence. And we-uns Joe Sixpack and Wifey have to suffer the consequences of a very lax law and a ridiculous criminal system.”
“We saw our chance and took it. Ugly Butt will be reprimanded and then sent home. A couple of days later she’ll be shoplifting in another place. And me and wifey will still be living in fear.”
“Business as usual, y’all.”
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