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I went to the Safeway yesterday to get a glue stick (among other things) to make collages with and apparently both the people who worked there whom I asked if they had a craft department couldn't fucking speak English well enough to know what the hell I was talking about. after a very long and painful attempt to get them to understand in which I started to turn into Basil Fawlty, one of them goes "maybe you ask differently?" apparently I'm supposed to know how to speak whatever their first language is.
then, as I'm sitting around waiting for the bus, some random guy who I've never even seen before in my life drives by playing this really loud rap about "kill the bitch" and he points right at me! He was stopped at a red light and the thought occurred to me to whip an egg at him from my bag of groceries but I was too afraid.