Eastern Pennsylvania celebrates by going fucking food shopping. Every asshole in the Lehigh Valley came to my Giant. Not the one in Forks, not the one in Bethlehem, just mine. The deli hasn't been this busy since the new store first opened. Who the hell needs to go get garlic bologna on Independence Day? Leave the fucking supermarket and go to a damned BBQ for Christ's sakes.
That's how my morning went. How bout yours?
That's how my morning went. How bout yours?
