My, my, yesterday was just filled with the loveliest characters pouring into the store. 
These two guys walk up to my register, and they seem alright, when one of them says "Hey, you know you're 'manager' over there, or whatever she is? I can do an impression of her face, look!"
And he turns around and goes O_O
Me: "Heh . . . ok . . ."
And he went on. "God, I've tried so hard to get her to look at me, and she never even smiles! She must be married or something, she always looks so sour."
Me: "Yeah I'm pretty sure she's married . . ." *wondering at this point what the hell business it was of his*
Him: "Stone . . . cold . . . bitch. Geez. Just yet another example of the stupid redneck (name of town) hillbillies. She is SO cold. What a bitch. And you tell her I said that."
I felt like I should have said something (to him, not her. That perhaps the reason she doesn't smile at you is because she had her Sleazebag detector turned on. Most women with a brain have a Sleazebag detector.) but I was utterly at a loss for words. I have no problem with the person he's talking about; while she's not exactly smiley and bubbly like the other front end managers, she's far from rude and mean. Quite a nice person, actually. Or maybe it's just commonplace now to go into some establishment and tell the employees that their supervisors are bitches.

These two guys walk up to my register, and they seem alright, when one of them says "Hey, you know you're 'manager' over there, or whatever she is? I can do an impression of her face, look!"
And he turns around and goes O_O
Me: "Heh . . . ok . . ."
And he went on. "God, I've tried so hard to get her to look at me, and she never even smiles! She must be married or something, she always looks so sour."
Me: "Yeah I'm pretty sure she's married . . ." *wondering at this point what the hell business it was of his*
Him: "Stone . . . cold . . . bitch. Geez. Just yet another example of the stupid redneck (name of town) hillbillies. She is SO cold. What a bitch. And you tell her I said that."
I felt like I should have said something (to him, not her. That perhaps the reason she doesn't smile at you is because she had her Sleazebag detector turned on. Most women with a brain have a Sleazebag detector.) but I was utterly at a loss for words. I have no problem with the person he's talking about; while she's not exactly smiley and bubbly like the other front end managers, she's far from rude and mean. Quite a nice person, actually. Or maybe it's just commonplace now to go into some establishment and tell the employees that their supervisors are bitches.

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