Going past nine hours at work and a dirty old cunt riding in a scooter cart bumped into a display and knocked two glass bottles of olive oil off the shelf. Thankfully, only one of them broke. It's a grocery endcap featuring Goya products because we're all ethnic and shit. 'Oh, did I do that?' she says.
I put a yellow floor cone on it and contemplated my intentions. Piso Mojado, wet fucking floor. Call a janitor? I took care of it myself. That powder-dry stuff really works, just sweep it up. But I was pissed off to an extreme.
I'm the meatman, the fucking meatman. I'm the meatman and you still suck.