mikewof
mikewof
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Any dick shard who tuns this thread political and gets this purgatoried to PA deserves to have an aluminum winch handle shoved up their gizzards so that every log of their shit for the next six years will vaguely read the words "Ram Well."
This is not political, it just a bunch of some really fucking friendly people who run the King Soopers here in Colorado, and keep the fish counter surprisingly well stocked even though we are land locked. They make good bread and pastries, they manage to keep the paper aisle stocked with the things we need, the milk is fresh, the half-and-half tastes like supermodel pussy and the cashiers and baggers lick tits by moving a lot of people through these stores with a really hard won level of efficiency.
Supermarket work requires a bit more ability for complexity than a job like mine, and these employees need to stay in King Soopers because they run a tight ship. If King Soopers ends up getting staffed by a bunch of strikebreakers, most of them will leave when Kroger drops their $22 per hour strikebreaker pay to $16.50 per hour pay. And then King Soopers will be swallowed alive by Walmart and Amazon and all the other companies that are owned by zillionaires and don't allow labor union membership.
Yeah, I fucking said it, but it's still not political. There are righties and lefties working those stores, grocering, bagging, cashiering, stocking peaches, cutting the scales off of fish, frying up chicken wings, wrapping chunks of plastic in the cheese, stocking the beer aisle and pulling carts. And they're on that line picketing for a wage so they can afford to stay in Colorado, because the cost of living in this shithole has skyrocketed lately for some reason I don't understand. It's getting so that Shaggy is going to have to downgrade his three-knot-shitbox for an RC boat and race in Lollipop Lake. It's getting so that the dude up in Buena Vista is forced to drink slightly less than top-shelf scotch. Yeah, that tough. So shit is getting hard here for some reason, maybe because we're now a state of potheads, I'm not sure though.
The point is, we need to not cross that line to get a fucking jar of plum marmalade and a box of post-menopausal tampons or whatever our old ladies told us to get, because the people on that line are our friends. They ski with us, sail with us, gamble with us, drink with us. Without them, King Soopers is just a building with boxes of cereal and canned products with the faint aroma of Saint Petersburg at noon. And when we don't cross the line, we should beep our horns to let them the Kroger billionaires know that their employees have a lot of friends, who aren't necessarily always shit-fucked on Mount Gay 1703 Master Select swilled out of a cocksucking pickle dish.
This is not political, it just a bunch of some really fucking friendly people who run the King Soopers here in Colorado, and keep the fish counter surprisingly well stocked even though we are land locked. They make good bread and pastries, they manage to keep the paper aisle stocked with the things we need, the milk is fresh, the half-and-half tastes like supermodel pussy and the cashiers and baggers lick tits by moving a lot of people through these stores with a really hard won level of efficiency.
Supermarket work requires a bit more ability for complexity than a job like mine, and these employees need to stay in King Soopers because they run a tight ship. If King Soopers ends up getting staffed by a bunch of strikebreakers, most of them will leave when Kroger drops their $22 per hour strikebreaker pay to $16.50 per hour pay. And then King Soopers will be swallowed alive by Walmart and Amazon and all the other companies that are owned by zillionaires and don't allow labor union membership.
Yeah, I fucking said it, but it's still not political. There are righties and lefties working those stores, grocering, bagging, cashiering, stocking peaches, cutting the scales off of fish, frying up chicken wings, wrapping chunks of plastic in the cheese, stocking the beer aisle and pulling carts. And they're on that line picketing for a wage so they can afford to stay in Colorado, because the cost of living in this shithole has skyrocketed lately for some reason I don't understand. It's getting so that Shaggy is going to have to downgrade his three-knot-shitbox for an RC boat and race in Lollipop Lake. It's getting so that the dude up in Buena Vista is forced to drink slightly less than top-shelf scotch. Yeah, that tough. So shit is getting hard here for some reason, maybe because we're now a state of potheads, I'm not sure though.
The point is, we need to not cross that line to get a fucking jar of plum marmalade and a box of post-menopausal tampons or whatever our old ladies told us to get, because the people on that line are our friends. They ski with us, sail with us, gamble with us, drink with us. Without them, King Soopers is just a building with boxes of cereal and canned products with the faint aroma of Saint Petersburg at noon. And when we don't cross the line, we should beep our horns to let them the Kroger billionaires know that their employees have a lot of friends, who aren't necessarily always shit-fucked on Mount Gay 1703 Master Select swilled out of a cocksucking pickle dish.
