GAH!

Ok, so I went out to dinner with my parents tonight, which was a spectacle in itself with my dad not being able to pronounce any of the Spanish dishes and constantly asking me what this and that was and then getting so plastered off tequila he couldn't stand and walk out to the car. But! But..
After dinner my mom needed milk so I offered to run into the local grocery store on the way in. Now mind you, I'm pretty conservatively dressed today as I was just hanging about the house with no plans on doing much of anything. I do have on my joker pants, because they are think stripes, a sex pistols shirt, and my sweatshirt with like.. patches on it and shit. No bullet belt, no steel toe docs, no dangly hoop belt, no studs, nothing. Just converse and shit.
So I get two things of milk and I'm standing in line behind some dude who keeps giving me these strange WTF? looks when he thinks I'm not looking, so I give him a face and tell him to take a damn picture already which makes him turn around and stay that way.
Anyways! The cashier chick rings him up and is like, "Do you have your Waldbaum's card?", which gives you a discount on the groceries and crap. He goes no, and she's like, oh ok I'll put it on there anyway for you. And he's all thankful.
So I get up there with my damn milk, which I'm fucking allergic to anyways, and she gives me this glare that made me WISH I was wearing my boots so I could fucking curb stomp that little cunt. She rings up my stuff and doesn't even ASK if I have a card, nope. Bullshit. So I said to her, "You give preferential treatment or are you just trying to get lucky tonight?" She threatened to call her manager and I told her I didn't give a fuck and to call him over. So she did..
So this little tiny skinny pimply faced nerdo walks over and asks what the problem is and she tells him I'm being disrespectful and won't leave. And I tell this pencil dick that the little twat over there named Marcy was givin discounts to other people and didn't even bother to ask if I had a card, which I actually fucking do. So he gets all huffy with me and tells me not to use that language.
Meanwhile a crowd is forming around us and in walks a cop. YAY! Now my night is getting better. He walks over and asks what's going on, and the little shithead explains and then the cop asks me my side and I tell him that the little bimbo is askin for it. And he just tells me to forget it and asks me to leave. So the asshole escorts me out and tells me he better not see me causing trouble again. Woopty do.
Anyways, I walk over to my mom's car and get in and start bitching about it and she starts yelling at me and telling me that this is what happens when you're not "normal". So then I start telling her that nothing is normal and that if I act how society wants me to act I'll be a brainwashed little barbie with dirty knees and fucking knocked up with my second baby. This gets her really hot so she yells and screams the rest of the ride home.
That's the end of my story. I needed to rant and rave.

Society pisses me off. That girl Marcy is gunna get it. Fuck her.