I was very frustrated that Butch's Smallgoods red wine and garlic salami was not on the shelf when I went yesterday.
It was a minor thing I suppose in the scheme of things, but I had been looking forward to it. There was a surge of rage when I spied the empty shelves and came to understand the situation.
If I was even slightly more mentally unhinged I might have started abusing the nearest staff. I am only just barely a civilised NEET still. With just the rare public outburst.
The outbursts are rare, not habitual. I am still a member of society. There is no public rage for a missing salami. Not yet. I am keeping it together here.
I am holding it all together here NEETs. But how many out of stock salamis away from a trip in the paddy wagon and a mental health hold are any of us really? You just don't know.
Stock my fucking salamis. Dogs.