Dear woman who came in first thing this morning,
Honey, it's mother's day. It's mother's day and you drove all the way out to my store as soon as we opened because little Precious had to have his basketball game. I know his name is Precious because I could hear him screaming at you over the phone about how you had better not get the wrong game and how if you did you were going to drive all the way back over here to switch it if it was. I also watched you reading off every single game on our shelf because Precious wanted to know what we had and demanded you do so.
Look, here's the thing. You were super-nice to us, and you're probably super nice to Precious as well. But the thing is, you should be at home getting a foot rub, getting the lawn mowed, the chores done, praises given. At 11, you should have been in bed getting breakfast served to you instead of having to drive over here. Please, please feel appreciated, because you should even if your little brat kid doesn't know how to show it.
You called us "sir" and "ma'am," and you're the customer. I really hope that little shit you call a son will clue in to what a great person you are one day and treat you as well as you treat other people. It's what you deserve.
Sigh,
marty
Honey, it's mother's day. It's mother's day and you drove all the way out to my store as soon as we opened because little Precious had to have his basketball game. I know his name is Precious because I could hear him screaming at you over the phone about how you had better not get the wrong game and how if you did you were going to drive all the way back over here to switch it if it was. I also watched you reading off every single game on our shelf because Precious wanted to know what we had and demanded you do so.
Look, here's the thing. You were super-nice to us, and you're probably super nice to Precious as well. But the thing is, you should be at home getting a foot rub, getting the lawn mowed, the chores done, praises given. At 11, you should have been in bed getting breakfast served to you instead of having to drive over here. Please, please feel appreciated, because you should even if your little brat kid doesn't know how to show it.
You called us "sir" and "ma'am," and you're the customer. I really hope that little shit you call a son will clue in to what a great person you are one day and treat you as well as you treat other people. It's what you deserve.
Sigh,
marty
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