Oh, KTA. I should have gone to KTA

KTA Supermarket on New Year's Eve is not where you wanted to be. Hot and desperate for last minute fixings, clutching your steering wheel while two security guards directed traffic in and out of the parking lot. On the street, a police officer waved people past the store because the lot was that full.

More better you just head straight for the Safeway where your chances of fresh local fish is substantially lower and where your chances of finding poi to go with the fish is nonexistant, but where the crowd is still managable. You grab what you need and head for a line. At the next check-out counter, the bag girl catches your eye. Her name is Tiffany. Tiffany something. You remember her from school. In preschool she pulled your hair and slapped you for no reason and you remembered crying and crying about it.

In intermediate school, she told you she didn't like you because you were a wimp and easy to push around, that's why she liked to snob you and boss you around. She was a bully. She was a bitch.

So you take a moment now, in the check out line, to gloat because she is just a bag girl, and really you are a lot more successful than she is. Loser. Bitch.

It's still 2004. You can start becoming a better person tomorrow.