me & my friend bryan went to 7-11 for some late night 7-11 action. when we try to check out, the cashier asks for both our i.d.'s for bryan's cigarettes. i laugh & tell bryan that she loves havin' the authority to enforce stupid rules. the cashier then gets pissy & she says she's not gonna ring up my stuff. i tell'er that's bullshit. she then says to leave. so i leave. but on my way out, i spit a big ol' nasty thing on the door. she tells bryan that i'm nasty, & proceeds to call the cops. bryan manages to pay for his stuff, & we got in the car & hurried home.
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