Do I really move that slowly?

I might be moving slow, but the next person who crowds up next to me while I'm entering the PIN for debit card is going to get a belt across their protruding mug. I swear, if you're in that much of a hurry, I'll stuff a dollar bill down your shirt if you'll just give me an extra two seconds to make sure I'm not giving away my PIN, therefore enabling Joe Bob Sistersmooch to use it to buy a $400 gun rack and spinning hubcaps for his 1979 Datsun held together by Scotch tape and Elmer's Glue.

If you're in that much of a hurry, open your own friggin' store and then take the items yourself. Or else leave your f-ing house 30 seconds earlier.

 

Alley, I put my elbows up on people who infringe on my personal space while using my debit card.