It was a 75 degree Presidents Day in So. Florida. However, the winds were angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to return soup at a deli!
Paid $10 for 2 tickets to get into the movies, only to pay $9.75 for a small popcorn & 20oz Dasani water. I almost decked the 15 year old, pizza faced kid behind the counter when he told me the total, but being the Zen master I am I was able to maintain total self control and simply asked him "How much of that goes towards your minimum wage pay rate?"
He simply gave a look as if he was saying either "What the fuck are you talking about," or "Dude, get the fuck out of my line!" He's was lucky I dint feel like getting my fist full of Proactive and zit juice.
I later thought I was going to have to teach some 5 year old that cut in front of my daughter in the video game line a lesson in pain, but he knew what was up and quickly ran away like a little girl when I gave him the Carlos Condit Mean mug while simultaneously pumping my fist and yelling "YES" repeatedly. That kid just might have many nightmares and mental problems to come. And if he does then my job will have been done.
And that pretty much sums up my fight-free Presidents Day. I know. All of you wish you were me. You wouldn't be the first.