Tonight, in the checkout line, the cashier asks the guy in front of me if he brought his own bag. Not missing a beat, he sneers, "Nah, I left her at home." She and I stood there silently staring him down. He digs, "Get over it. Don't you have a sense of humor?" I spot a display of potato chips and grab some BBQ ones, and calmly state, "I'd rather eat this entire bag of chips than ever entertain a worthless dick like you." The cashier looks at me and says, "Don't worry, I got your bag of chips."