Oh, Eastside HEBs, how I loath you

Right up front....F you in your A, Eastside HEBs. Period.

Have you guys ever heard of a mop? Really? Or how about checkers and baggers? They're the people who staff the front of your store...you know, the only place you ever touch your customers? Why are there NEVER enough checkers on the Eastside? HEB at Hancock has enough check stands open to simultaneously service a store three times as large as your filthy crap shack, yet I'm waiting in line for 20 minutes to buy two boxes of cereal and some turkey?

And the smell...please, for the love of God, what is that? Sulfer? Rotten eggs? Headcheese? Light a match, Eastside HEB.

I don't think the fact that you're building a 'super' HEB in place of the Riverside stinkhole is going to do much good. Just a larger store to not clean or properly staff.

Go straight to hell, Eastside HEBs, and take your roasted corn stand with you.

Format change...

So, I've decided to abandon the 'sports' only blogging idea, since I have a lot more interests outside of the sports world, and go with a general snarky blog outlook on life, events, sports, relationships, pirates, Furby, religion, the Fed, or anything that strikes my fancy. Check back soon for sarcastic musings on the aforementioned topics and many others as Sportsass turns to offending all persons regardless of topic.