Today I went to Wal-Mart

We were only looking for a couple of things, and even though I try to avoid Wal-Mart we had to go this time. I don't avoid it because it is "crushing little businesses" or any of that hippie nonesense. I avoid it because it is too big, too crowded and the people too incompetent. If you are severely mentally handicapped there are two places where you will get work, no problem. Office depot (in the area where they handle photocopies) and Wal-Mart. Plus, all the employees, or "associates" as they are douchebaggily called, seem to be on sleeping pills while at work.

I was waiting in line to get my money back from some water containers I had returned. I usually buy purified water for my coffee because I like the taste better than that of tap water. Wal-mart sells water in these 20 liter (5.2 gallon) containers which you return after you have used them, and you get your deposit back. The deposit on each container is about four dollars, so as you can tell, it does add up. As I waited in line for what seemed to be years without end, this guy sneeked in front of all of us, and stood in front of the only employee taking care of this service center. I eyed him as if to say, you better not try anything funny—asshole. You see, Mexico is a country that has no sense of fairness. If there is a line, you can rest assured that there will be an idiot trying to get ahead. They have no qualms about it. I've seen it happening, and sometimes, people are so afraid of confrontation that they just let them get away with it. Not I. I have to admit that I was in a very bad mood, and willing to take absolutely no bullshit. When it was my turn, it happened. The moronic wal-mart employee (sorry about the oxymoron), was about to take care of whatever this asshole wanted, when I said in a very loud voice that could probably be heard across the entire store. "I—WAS—HERE—FIRST." No apologies. I knew that the guy had not made a mistake. I knew that the employee had not made a mistake. They were going to attend to the asshole before myself. The guy looked at me with this malice... I find it hard to describe. As if he wanted to kill me. It was almost as if I was the one fucking HIM over! I looked right back at him letting him know he was not going to intimidate me. That is when I lost it. I told him straight to his face.

I'm sorry, maybe you're only used to marketplaces where people have no manners or a sense of fairness. Maybe they didn't teach you at home that when there is a line, people have to wait their turn. Or maybe, you're just an abusive asshole who thinks your business has priority over everyone else's. Don't pretend like you don't know what you're doing. You are exactly the reason why Mexico is such a shithole. You are what makes this country stink and why it will never reach any progress.

The lady at the desk looked at me, almost as if in shock. I tried to keep my cool, even though I was quite upset. I might have been shaking a bit out of rage.

Through the corner of my eye, I saw the asshole leave. Was he upset? Annoyed? Saddened? I don't care. I just care that I got it out of my system. I will not let people trample my rights. And that, is that.