" What’s amazing is that we have largely contained these urges to the point of successfully checking out of a crowded Whole Foods without decapitating that crunchy, granola-haired hustler dude trying to squeak fourteen items through the express lane WHEN THE SIGN CLEARLY STATES “TWELVE ITEMS OR LESS.” YOU THINK WE AREN’T ALL GOING TO BE COUNTING YOUR FUCKING ITEMS, BRO?! "