Girl, you best get that nonsense out of my face and out of this store before I gotta call my man Samuel L. Jackson on your ass.
I don’t know if you’ve heard, but he is kind of a big deal. People know him. He’s very important. He has many leather-bound books and his apartment smells of rich mahogany.
So the glass door containing pizza rolls is broken at Walmart. If this story doesn’t start with “So these drunk people or these stoners came into the store at 2:30 am” then I’m not sure I’ll actually believe the horseshit story you try to tell me.
Millennials…something, something, something….lazy, entitled….something something…worst generation ever….Yada yada yada. You get that picture.