Moving proof that the people who shop at the grocery store I work at are retarded...

I work at a health food store. Never said I was proud of it but it pays the bills. In the times to come I will be posting some of my favorite stories from my shitty days at work. I think it'll be pretty cathartic. Anyway, I got out of my car to go to work today and as I was crossing the parking lot I watched two rich women back right into each other. I even half assedly tried to warn them. I whispered to myself "stop your cars, morons" They failed to hear me I guess. I think they were too busy counting money to look behind them. It probably went like this:

Car 1: I am so fucking stoked to be rich! I'm gonna go home and eat this 20 pounds of caviar I just bought, wearing nothing but a top hat and monocle.YES!

Car 2: Being rich is awesome! sometimes I like to stuff a thousand dollars up my ass and walk around for no fucking reason whatsoever.

Car 1: I am going to buy two 6 year old kids from a third world country and make them fight to the death. Then I'm going to watch desperate housewives because I'm a vacant moron who only watches tv shows that other people tell me to watch.

Car 2: I'm so rich I don't even have to look behind me when I back out of a parking spot because a bridge made out of money and rainbows will automatically present itself to protect me and fly me away to my castle made out of crude oil and gold. YAY!!!!!

Car 1: My glasses made out of diamonds prevent me from looking behind me so I'm not going to.
CRUNCH!
Car 1 and 2 at the same time: Dear me!I hope the other person in the car isn't hurt. Unless it's a minority, of course. Since I'm rich I hate minorities.

This is what I think all of are customers are like, except with fur coats and jewelry....