There I was at Sears, just wanted to grab a simple flare wrench for my SS brake line swap that I'm planning on doing this weekend. I knew I needed a 10mm flare wrench but I didn't think that buying one involved getting a fucking POLE UP MY ASS!!! Gahh!
Then I had the opportunity to stand right next to an open door at a check-out register for *honestly* 5 minutes until some lady that was leaving for the day passed me and asked if I had been helped. It could have been longer, but by the time she got there I was leaning on the counter, about to pass-out from boredom. I was so close to the door it was all I could do to not just walk out with the damn thing!
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