Here is another horrifying example of true life retail-hell events of my past.

This…actually…happened.

Nearly word for word, this event happened to me almost fifteen years ago and I still haven’t been able to drown it out of my memory… no matter how many Suffering Bastards I drink.

Back then, the person showing me the rotting fish was a homeless person who smelled worse than the fish itself…so…I guess it’s an improvement.

One other note– The add for the Anal ink was also inspired by true events from an artist I read in a magazine who created art in just such a way.

…truly the mind boggles at how bored you got to be to squirt ink from your sphincter onto watercolor paper and call it art.

So there… happy holidays.