Ok, so, all I'm trying to do is grab a sandwich for a little lunch in the middle of the work day, and there's a guy in his underwear standing next to the checkout counter. Seriously. Evidently he was astounded by the bargains being offered on a selection of sweatshirts and pants priced to go, and just had to try them on before purchasing. Because you know, it's really important that sweats have just the right cut to make you look fabulous while you're out on the town decked out, and it would be just a tragedy if the $9 he spent for an outfit went for naught. God forbid a chick should ever try and pull a stunt like this. Oh no, it's always got to be some freak of nature, middle aged, potbellied, wrinkled, hairy man-beast that feels the need to get naked in public.
Right before I was going to eat. And my friends ask why I'm losing weight.
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