Yeah, I got a similar story to bitch about, Possessed. I too was at Wal-Mart (although I don’t work there, but usually just hang around pickin’ up chicks and scanning for leftover Icee in the food court), and I start hitting on this one chick in particular–who worked there. I picked up some mega-packs of condoms and ointment that I was gonna pretend to wanna buy just, you know, as an excuse to talk to her (and then tell her I didn’t want them after all, you know, after I got those digits), and I cut into her line and start my standard mack routine. I’m firing on all cylinders, you know, really makin’ progress, telling her how I’m bout to slap dat ass, and hit dat thing mad hard, you know, like chicks like)–when suddenly this other big ol’ bruiser of an employee cock-blocks the shit outta me! He gets all in my face, cuz he’s like jealous, you know, and says he won’t move until I leave and get this: he says he not even on duty! So clearly, he’s like, outside his jurisdiction, right? So I start tellin’ 'im, Look I saw her first, and let the lady decide and whatnot but this lumbering kid start peppering me with, like, MATH PROBLEMS like “What’s 2 times 8?” and shit, and I’m like DUDE, I’m way too drunk to do math, and this chick isn’t even worth it, yo.
So I totally see where you’re coming from about bitches these days, bro.