Bad Customer

I went to Home Depot today and bought 35-80 pound bags of concrete. The problem with that was that I was only supposed to take 10 bags at a time in my Granpappy's truck. So I had to go to the desk and tell them that so they could mark it down (so they didn't think I was stealing on my return trips, duh).
So I walk up to the desk and the fat, older gentlemen behind the counter says, "What can I do for you?"
"Well," I reply "I need to have you mark off-"
*enter another fat, older man*
"Hank! How are the fish biting up there at the lake?"
"Oh, they're alright. The men say that they're biting in the morning and evening alright, but not during the day..."

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Seriously. He offered to help then made me wait AT LEAST 5 minutes while he talked to some other dude about fishing. I'm a pretty patient guy, and if it had been something important, NO BIG DEAL. But SERIOUSLY?!? FISHING?!?

I'm sorry mister fat guy that is pathetic enough to be working a job that pays no more than 9 bucks an hour so you can afford that gym pass that you don't use because you're too busy watching fishing on tv because you can't afford a boat and reel yourself because you work a crappy job. Next time, I'll try not to interrupt your social time when I'm in a hurry and have to haul over 2,000 pounds of concrete. I would hate to be a bad customer.