No I will not allow you to bring your cart into the fitting room, just because it is SOOOO much of an inconvenience for you to have to walk back out here to retrieve your billion items. No your husband can't go with you.... well because it's a LADIES dressing room... I don't think the other ovaries will appreciate it.
Yes that little old lady got to bring her cart in...Yes her husband went with her. Why? Because my manager said it was okay.... Why? Because he has Alzheimer and his wife wants him to stay with her, and because he wanted to take the basket back and we just don't have the heart to argue with him.
No I will not call my manager down here for you. I'm as high up the food chain as you get on this one... my fitting room... my rules...You are barely even thirty...I'm sure you can handle the walk.
No I don't think it is unfair in any way, shape, or form....
What I do think is unfair is that while that sweet old man in there has his brain slowly rotting away... and you are still the very picture of health.
My suggestions.
1.Pull that "I'm so important" stick out of your ass.
2.Quit bitching... It shall get you nowhere with me.
3.Do as you are told.
4.if all above fail... Go home... find a gun...or a knife... or a very high ledge... and kindly remove yourself from existence...
p.s.... I hate you.
((...The nice little old man said "Thank you princess" to me when he left! ))
Yes that little old lady got to bring her cart in...Yes her husband went with her. Why? Because my manager said it was okay.... Why? Because he has Alzheimer and his wife wants him to stay with her, and because he wanted to take the basket back and we just don't have the heart to argue with him.
No I will not call my manager down here for you. I'm as high up the food chain as you get on this one... my fitting room... my rules...You are barely even thirty...I'm sure you can handle the walk.
No I don't think it is unfair in any way, shape, or form....
What I do think is unfair is that while that sweet old man in there has his brain slowly rotting away... and you are still the very picture of health.
My suggestions.
1.Pull that "I'm so important" stick out of your ass.
2.Quit bitching... It shall get you nowhere with me.
3.Do as you are told.
4.if all above fail... Go home... find a gun...or a knife... or a very high ledge... and kindly remove yourself from existence...
p.s.... I hate you.
((...The nice little old man said "Thank you princess" to me when he left! ))
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