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2008-11-30 - 11:41 p.m. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/nationworld/2008448574_shop290.html Seriously, fuck. People are insane. Working at Walmart is bad enough without the threat of shoppers fucking trampling you to death. TO DEATH. Fuck. I wonder what this guy was like, what were his aspirations? His thoughts? How did he feel that morning? Was anything unusual, or was it just a normal, every day morning; waking up at 4am to put on his blue vest, drink a cup of coffee, and drive to work. Only to be killed so that some people could save a couple bucks on some shitty plastic toys that their kids will play with twice and then toss under the couch or in the storage room like everything else. Toys that will collect dust, and be forgotten until they are found years later and sold at a garage sale to somebody who is totally unaware of the fact that somebody literally DIED so that this toy could be sold. I want no blood shed over my possessions, man. |
