I see people like this Creaper guy all the time. They're usually the ones who cry up a fucking shitstorm of blood, urine and a host of other bodily fluids over a 4 cent coupon at the checkout line. It's like they spend 98.6% of their life cutting out those things and they'll be Goddamned if they can't use them no matter the store policy happens to say.
For once. Just once. I'd love to see one stroke out and die right there at the damn register in the middle of one of these irrelevant outbursts.
For fucks sake. Have you ever had somewhere to go and wanted to just hand one a dollar, dump loser into a shopping cart and kick it into the parking lot?