Like, take the other day. I was in line at the grocery store and the cashier gives me a snooty look and says "Ten items or less." And all along, I was being perfectly righteous. Bacon, lettuce, and tomato should clearly be counted as just one item. And anything that's zero-calorie shouldn't be counted at all. And what about the other customer behind me, the one who gave me the stink-eye when I swerved in front of her in line? She had a dozen eggs. But nobody said a peep about that, oh no! When you're righteous the way I am, that's the sort of hypocrisy you have to put up with.
Another incident, same store - as I'm concerned, they should rename that store, Persecute-R-Us - the cashier's like, "Are you going to buy that or just read it?" This was pure-d, straight-up persecution, and I was being righteous as the day is long. I would never buy a magazine like that, I mean, ugh, how un-righteous can you get? But I had to read it, especially with provocative headlines like Kim Kardashian butt-implant updates.
And then, as I was leaving the store another customer persecuted me with his middle finger because I'd taken up two parking places with my Camry. Once again, I was perfectly righteous. I'd just gotten my car detailed and I sure didn't want some careless lout dinging it in the parking lot. It may be only a Camry, but in my righteousness, I look after it like a Lexus. As the Bible says, "tie up thine ox but let not the camel knoweth what thy right hand is doing." Oxen and camels were pretty much Camrys of the Old Testament, so you can see, I pretty much know my scripture backwards and forwards.
It's all a part of being righteous.