Last week I put my card into the reader at a gas pump, turned around to start pumping the gas, and was rewarded for my efforts by a pimp-slap upside the head from the 150dB wall of advertising noise emanating from the speaker hidden in the pump. I had to stagger back to the driver's door & pull myself inside to escape this sonic assault and attempt to clean up the grey matter & blood slushy leaking out of my ears. After my heart rate dropped down below 205 and I could form lucid thoughts again, I realized that someday, somewhere, I will probably be arrested for vandalism & property destruction when I finally snap and beat an automated ad machine to a twisted, sparky pulp.
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"None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you.. you're locked in here with me."
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