If there’s a hell, it’s an AutoZone.
I was raising Cain up and down the aisles when an employee came up to me.
“Can I help you sir?”
“Look asshole,” I said. “I need a ball joint. Some spark plugs. Some sea foam. A battery. A rear view mirror. Two 15 inch rims. And no I will not wear a mask!”
“But sir, this is the Los Angeles Community Hospital.”