When I really want to be a ****, I have this favorite thing I do.
If I'm in line at Safeway with a ****load of groceries, I swear to god it never fails. I get some nasty old ***** and her *****whipped old husband behind me. It stresses me out. They'll pull this passive/aggressive **** where they'll ***** at thier husbands about the way I put my groceries on the counter thing or **** like that. When they do that, I'll slow way the hell down on purpose.
If they're really obnoxious, I will PUPOSELY let the guy who comes up behind them go in front of me if I haven't gotten going yet. It's hilarious because I'll look the ***** right in the eye the whole time I'm doing it, so she just huffs and puffs but ain't no way she's gonna say **** to me. Yep, I love doing **** like that to those horrible old *****es. If they're nice, I'll go out of way to help them with stuff. However, if they're mean and degrading, I'll mess up their day.