I'll start: Convenience stores. I was just waited on by a REAL effin ugly woman. Chick was built like a rock em sock em robot, and had the face of the late great actor Ernest Borgnine. Actually her mouth turned down like the creature from the black lagoon, so, not quite Ernest. But you get the jist. She had these long ass arms like Freddy Kruger in the original Nightmare on Elm Street. Kinda ape like. OH...and man hands. She had man hands. Her voice was like James Earl Jones' but not as awesome. Hers was low, but filled with gravely garble from years of smoking Marlboro Reds. And she coughed a lot. ALOT a lot. She was vile and miserable and let me know all about it. Plus she had a big butt and no boobs. The end. P.S. What y'all got?
We had a lunch lady with one fat arm and one normal arm. When I say fat, I mean jiggly, wiggly fat with ripples. I think she drove one of the school buses too. Her voice was deeper than James Earl Jones because she smoked unfiltered generic cigarettes.
This is how I know you've never been to a convenience store in Miami Beach. Your half bald head would come off and you'd propose ten times a minute.
Ever seen the episode of "Family Guy" where Quagmire marries the hooker? Pretty much certain she works at the crappy little grocery store down the street from me. If I end up having to shop there I'll do all I can to avoid her line.
Dick. That made me snot bubble.:down: Dude this chick was a cinder block with a face. Quite possibly one of, or maybe the, ugliest person(s) I've ever seen in real life or on TV. Wouldn't be so bad if she had a personality. She was a mouth breather. Straight up trailer park mouth breather complete with forearm Rebel flag tattoos and a Gee Dee mullet. Fml.
You must only go to Spinx, you need to go to QT sometime, most are at worst a 2 beer lay, and a few locations have some smoking ones.
I remember delivering beer to a cheap strip joint in the Combat Zone in Boston in the mid 70s, and there was a chunky Chinese woman in her forties at least stripping. My coworker and I worked like one-armed paperhangers to get out of there before she got too much off.
Customer service at Wal-Mart... I think the last (allegedly) female who took a return for me had a cloven hoof for a hand...and what may have been either a mole or bag-pipe on her cheek.