I don't get mad at that as much as I get mad when products are placed in the wrong fucking isle, like the fucking Wal-Mart in Heartsville, SC, where everything is everywhere except on the isle it's labeled to go in.
I don't get mad at that as much as I get mad when products are placed in the wrong fucking isle, like the fucking Wal-Mart in Heartsville, SC, where everything is everywhere except on the isle it's labeled to go in.