Ticket collector on train: "Sir, I'd like for everyone to make every seat available. Can you put your bag on the overhead rack?" Me: "Yeah and I'd like to not have to sit next to some asshole mouth breather. I'd like you to get me to Connecticut without colliding with another train. We can't always get what we want."
I might not be a pharmacist, but I'm pretty sure those penis enlargement pills at the gas station don't actually work. And any guy buying those pills probably has bigger problems than the size of their dick.