Judge Not Less Ye Be Judged.

I judge people. Not by the color of their skin or the content of their character either, sorry MLK. I judge people for the content of their grocery cart.

Yup. You caught me. I'm a bad, bad person. I judge people by what they buy. The regulars who buy a 30 pack of beer every three days. (Boozers. Lay off the sauce maybe) The people who go through packs and cartons of cigarettes at rapid rates. (Your lungs love you) The people who buy ding dongs, ho hos, potato chips, frozen dinners, pizzas and perhaps a head of lettuce. (While you might think you're doing alright because you bought one veggie, judging by the size of your girth put down the chocolate and pick up a treadmill)

No wonder there are so many obese people in America. They think corn chips are a vegetables. Milk duds are not a dairy product mmk? Geez. So I judge them, I'm sorry. I don't feel overly sorry for them if they don't seem to be making an effort. Not like I eat the best but I attempt to.
Ooooooooooh! I saw THE funniest thing today. Some man came through my line at like 730AM and he was wearing a skull cap thing, leather vest, short shorts, and those half glove things. Oh and he looked like a total dork too. So anyway since I had nothing to do I walked to the window and stared out at it, looking around expecting to see this guy on a motorcycle. Nope! Guess what he was riding? (A moped would have given this dude some credit) A bike. Your run of the mill 12 speed with a god damn basket on the front. At least it wasn't pink and purple. What was this man trying to do? Look tough because he got swirlies all through high school? Oh hey. He kind of looked like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite. I can't make this stuff up. I mean I could but not that early in the morning.

I'm watching Iron Chef of America and the secret ingredient is the farmers market. Lame-o. And the chairman needs to tone down the jerky movements. I don't like Bobby Flay. His show is a little lame in my opinion. Well at least the part when he gets the throw down information. Don't mind the actual throw down.

Um yeah. So that last little part you might be asking yourself why I'm sharing and I have no answer. I've been up since 5. I should really go to bed.

G'night.