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[seriousfic]

So I'm at work when this woman asks for some tenderloin. We're out on the shelves, so I go in back, bring some out, put 'em on the shelf. She looks at me and says "Did you know these chickens are brutally beaten and pumped full of hormones?"

I look back at her and say "They might've covered that in orientation, but I wasn't paying attention."

So okay, I didn't vote today (I live in Texas. Spoiler alert: Republicans win), but I did do my civic duty and snap on a hippie.

Comments

[tgirl78.livejournal.com]

You go boy! *snaps and does neck roll*

[chlavisforever.livejournal.com]

Life can get surreal sometimes.
So did the customer buy a package of drugged and battered chicken, ya know, unironically?

As for not voting: Naughty, naughty seriousfic. Even if you know the inevitable outcome...
I live in a ruby red state with some of the most embarrassing legislation (the right to carry firearms in a public park full of children or to a Little League game, anyone?), but I still vote.

And that concludes today's lesson, kiddies. :)