Pablano Chilli

What the goddamn fucking hell is a "pablano chilli"?

I just went barbeque-grocery shopping per my mom's request, and shit, usually I love grocery shopping, but this particular episode was just one annoyance upon another. First, it was too fucking crowded. Then, I browsed the chillis, and there were serrano chillis, and eh, other ones, but NOT the pablano ones. I hate talking to people, but I mustered up the will-power to ask a worker what pablano chillis were. "They're usually canned," he replied. "OK, thanks," I muttered quickly, scampering away before I could be expected to make further eye contact or conversation.

I went to the aisle with random canned things but again did not see pablano chillis among the assortment of other canned chillis. I then tried to call my mom's cell phone, which had been used in a conversation between us just moments earlier to discuss red bellpeppers, but she did not pick up. Enraged, I decided I would keep calling until she picked up. However, the network connection then faded into oblivion, so that plan went to shit. I was about to create some major destruction when my gaze fell upon an unsweetened baking chocolate bar and I began imagining the (un)sweet possibilities. I dropped the bar into my shopping cart, figuring it would suffice as an appropriate substitute for these alleged pablano chillis.

Then at the check-out counter, some mofo came up behind me and plopped his items down withOUT utilizing one of those divider things. Who does that?? I glared at him resentfully, but the dipshit was too busy picking his ass to notice. Then, as I was putting away my change, some asshole wanted to squeeze past me. Now, I acknowledge that my ass is somewhat monumental, but can you please go around me when you notice that I am standing here dry-humping the fucking counter to let you pass?