Evil Bitch, The Walking Dead, Banana Yellow Muscle Relaxers

Stood at the register today, my head a muscle relaxer induced haze.  Went into puppet mode with a nice round of “Hi, how are you today?” and “How’s it going?” with just a dash of “Have a nice evening.”  Rinse.  Repeat.  Rinse.  Repeat.  Rinse.  Repeat.  There was one couple who managed to break out of my walking, talking coma.  Really old white guy w/ haggard skin and defeat written all over him.  Really old (but not as old) black lady w/ gray hair and thick coke bottle glasses.  I can’t stand the lady.  She’s a bitch every single time she walks into the store.  I don’t recall a single time she’s ever come into the place where she hasn’t just started screaming at some point.  She never has a reason.  Best I can figure, bitch just likes to scream.  The old guy usually doesn’t tag along but he doesn’t seem to be doing very well.  Guy is all slumped over, rolled over at the shoulders.  Just looks beaten down.  His hands shake non-stop and his voice is almost not even there.  I guess living w/ a woman like that will put some age on you.  With that said, she probably fucked like a psycho 40 years ago.  Guy probably figured he’d never make to 80-something anyway.  He gambled and it looks to me like he lost cuz honestly, I don’t care how well that old bitch sucked on his balls way back when…he’s taking it in the shorts now for all his fun then.  Just listening to her for 30 seconds once every 2 weeks is enough for me to wanna murder her.  Can’t imagine what he must go through on a daily basis.  No wonder the poor bastard shakes.  I’d shake too.  If I were him I’d try to get those hands shaking real good one of these days, pay off some grandchild to tie a knife to the palm of my hand, get up behind that old whore, and put that knife in her neck 8 or 12 times. Pain pills are fun.  Mean, old bitches…not so much.