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Its 2:35 am today. I legally can NOT sell beer. Man comes in, says his clock says 2:29 am, can he buy beer. I shake my head no, sorry, our clock says 2:35, gotta listen to it. Boy does this piss off steriod man. (I'm guessing, cause he was maybe 5 foot 5, but had to have 300 lbs of muscles)
SC: What's your problem man! Why do you care! You get paid SHIT! YOU GOT NOTHING! YOU wont be fired! SELL ME BEER. You can't even look at me right!!! (I am a little crosseyed). I bet the last time you saw <Woman part> was when you were born!!!
I just kind of smile at said idiot, which I have learn makes people even angrie
SC: Your just a stupid virgin!! LOOK AT ME!!!!!! PLAID DOESNT CARE!!! SELL ME BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!
I won't bulge, and tell him polietly so. SO he goes and gets some gatorade, still ranting about what a crosseyed virgin gay man I must be.
He brings up the gatorade, still ranting. I take the gatorade off the counter and put in on the ground.
SC: OH what, you won't sell me GATORADE?! its NOT ILLEGAL to sell it now dumb fuck!!!
ME: I shrug. "Well.. frankly you going to act like a bitch, I'll treat you like one. Get out.
SC: He turns about 80 different shades of red to purple as for some reason, he just lost his voice. He storms out, ranting about.
GEt this...
That I need to stop doing meth, cause I"m a methhead with scars all over my arms. I didn't hear the rest.
It's amazing how one dumbass can ruin what was otherwise a nice day with lack of jerkwads.
SC: What's your problem man! Why do you care! You get paid SHIT! YOU GOT NOTHING! YOU wont be fired! SELL ME BEER. You can't even look at me right!!! (I am a little crosseyed). I bet the last time you saw <Woman part> was when you were born!!!
I just kind of smile at said idiot, which I have learn makes people even angrie
SC: Your just a stupid virgin!! LOOK AT ME!!!!!! PLAID DOESNT CARE!!! SELL ME BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!
I won't bulge, and tell him polietly so. SO he goes and gets some gatorade, still ranting about what a crosseyed virgin gay man I must be.
He brings up the gatorade, still ranting. I take the gatorade off the counter and put in on the ground.
SC: OH what, you won't sell me GATORADE?! its NOT ILLEGAL to sell it now dumb fuck!!!
ME: I shrug. "Well.. frankly you going to act like a bitch, I'll treat you like one. Get out.
SC: He turns about 80 different shades of red to purple as for some reason, he just lost his voice. He storms out, ranting about.
GEt this...
That I need to stop doing meth, cause I"m a methhead with scars all over my arms. I didn't hear the rest.
It's amazing how one dumbass can ruin what was otherwise a nice day with lack of jerkwads.
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