Month after month, it's the same old shit; all I want is one easy month where I don't have to fight Attila and all his damn Huns every time I want to go to the liquor store.
Departments in a store each are for different types of merchandise and each type of merchandise is manufactured with a distinct type of persona in mind ranging from a-type explorers to c-types who lovingly engage in quidnuncery.
Up until a few years ago, that wasn't true, but in the last 4-5 years society has gone to Hell in a hand basket and the level of Hell-going is directly proportional to the amount of time spent on line by young minds that haven't had the opportunity to socialize in a normal, person-to-person manner.
Entitlement, being the belief that one is inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment, is in and of itself a recipe for social upheaval in that it will ultimately lend itself to a form of class warfare wherein the hoi polloi will invariably be down-trodden beneath the jackboots of the supposedly entitled elites.
You know, my effing printer is driving me through the damn roof; it keeps smudging black ink at the top of every printout and I cannot, for the life of me figure out why.