The son and I are driving to the corner store, slush for him, beer for me. We get to an intersection and there's a 2-ish year old girl just walking down the street. In a neighborhood notorious for really bad drivers. There's 4 boys, ages 7-12 running around to. In the fucking street. Did I mention the bad drivers?
OK, and there are no "grown ups" in sight. Not a one.
I give the girl all of a millisecond to get out of the road, or else I was gonna get her. Out of the house comes a guy who looks like he would be a welcome member of the Cops club. Crisis averted, I park my van next to the guys house and stare at him, using every ounce of restraint I had not to get out of the van and have a "confrontation". If my son wasn't in the van, I would probably be in police custody right now.
So the son and I get to the store, slush for him, beers for me. Back home. Ready to pop open a beer, and the glass breaks. OK, another try. 2nd one breaks. At this point I've had enough aggrevation for for a trip that was only supposed to take a few minutes.
Drive back to the store, tell the clerk that the bottles are clearly flawed, can I exchange them for another? Sure. I pick a different 6 pack, show the dude and ask if its alright. Same price, different beer. "Um, sir, could you get the same kind as this?".
No. no no no.
I tell counter guy, in the calmest voice I could muster - "There's no fucking way I'm getting another one of those. I ain't gonna risk slashing my hand for a beer. Just give me this one."
Got the beer. And I walked away with a $1.10 profit.