You ever head to the grocery store expecting nothing more than overpriced grapes and a self-checkout machine that judges you silently? Yeah, same. But life, in its infinite wisdom, decided I needed a little razzle-dazzle during my canned bean run.

So I’m strolling through the parking lot of Giant Eagle, mentally debating whether I want real produce or just give up and eat cereal for dinner again, when I lock eyes with this guy walking by. Normal dude. Hoodie, sneakers, probably wondering if he forgot his shopping list.

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Then, out of nowhere—BAM—he hits me with it.

“Hey, Honkey.”

That’s it. That’s the greeting. No build-up. No context. Just straight-up sitcom energy tossed into aisle five.

And the wildest part? He said it with the same casual tone you’d use for “nice weather today” or “hey, you dropped your receipt.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh, nod, or check if I was accidentally in the middle of a sketch comedy bit. Look, I’ve been called a lot in my life—some flattering, some felony-worthy—but this? This was new. And weirdly wholesome? I don’t know, man. The world’s weird.

So, to the mystery man with the surprise greeting—you, sir, are the main character today. And to the rest of us: beware, your next grocery trip might just include a cameo from the unexpected.

Because folks… you can’t make this shit up.

Written By:
William Thomas

This isn’t rage—it’s truth with the volume turned up.

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