disaster.

old school bluetooth.

that fucking hair

busts through the line at the gas station yelling, i need a triple jackpot ticket

is told the ticket is $20

tells the cashier that he has to call his boss for permission

then explains he means his wife

goes to the ATM in the gas station lobby to do a withdrawal

he can’t make a $20 purchase decision on his own but he will pay ATM fees at a gas station?

he’s at the table next to me waiting for his car, talking on his bluetooth

JFC