In the checkout line. A woman, around 60 or so reading one of those gossip magazines while the cashier slowly pulls the items down the mechanical beltway towards the plastic bags.
“Brad and Jen???? Did I miss something, when did they get back together? Didn’t she adopt a bunch of kids or something?”
“Well, you know when she did that weird, whatever you call it these days…… with that Billy Bob guy, I just knew something was wrong with her,” replied the cashier.
The customer laughs making her huge tits bounce around while her pudgy jowls jiggle. “You know Jen never can seem to keep a man. Makes you wonder what kind of woman, especially someone as rich as her, can’t keep a man. Such a shame, such a shame.”
She put the magazine back on the shelf. “I just don’t have time to read the whole story. I’m sure there’s a good reason for it. There’s always a reason.”
I wanted so badly to explain to these cackling fools the difference between Jen and Angelina, but it wouldn’t matter. Two people at a grocery store doing what us, dumb Americans do best; buying a bunch of food we don’t need and marveling at the bull-shit world of celebrity.
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