“I hate juice, okay?” “Ok, Hitler, please, drink your juice. I’m tired, I want to go to bed.” “Just, you know what? Get the juice out of here, out of this house, out of this country, now.” “Hitler, get the j… what do you want me to do with…?” “Put the juice in camps and separate them.” “Separate juice? Hitler, what you want me to do, separate them by flavor? By like, concentration?” “Concentration… eh?”
Well first off, I sell work boots lol. And it’s only on saturdays, but guys will come in with literally 7 kids, 3 cousins, their grandparents, husband or wife, and at least 2 babies. Our store is not that big lol, so if fills up fast. And out of all these people only 1 damn person is buying a pair of boots. So it gets loud and annoying. Also 9 out of 10 times it’s a mexican family. Actually no it’s 10 out of 10.