I presently work at a grocery store, who's letters begin with an S and another S, and I work produce. Well, it seems that little kids like to play in the green rack, which is where we keep all of our loose vegetables. So, last night, I caught them.
Me: you get the drill
SK 1: Sucky Kid 1
SK 2: " " 2
SM: Sucky mother
Me: Excuse me, do not play in the green rack please.
(Kids ignore me.)
Me(a little louder): Please! do not play in the green rack
SK1: Shut the hell up fatass.
Me:
SM: He's not fat, he's portly.
SK2: Yeah, like Britney.
(By now, I'm so peeved, I don't want to talk. I'm not even fat, I'm muscular, and am built up.)
SM: Look, kids go over there, there's string beans.
Luckily, they left after that. But, i've never been so
in my life. I had just seemed to clean the green rack before these losers came in. I went into the back room after that little confrontation, and stayed in there for the rest of the night just to vent off steam.
Me: you get the drill
SK 1: Sucky Kid 1
SK 2: " " 2
SM: Sucky mother
Me: Excuse me, do not play in the green rack please.
(Kids ignore me.)
Me(a little louder): Please! do not play in the green rack
SK1: Shut the hell up fatass.
Me:

SM: He's not fat, he's portly.
SK2: Yeah, like Britney.
(By now, I'm so peeved, I don't want to talk. I'm not even fat, I'm muscular, and am built up.)
SM: Look, kids go over there, there's string beans.
Luckily, they left after that. But, i've never been so

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